Somethin' has changed, somethin' has withered inside, but it's still not regenerated. It's bloody awful! Damn it, never gonna be the same!
New. Whatever. Another character. Silence. Quite. No stupid naughty emotions.
Okay, yap, I do.
I will.
It have no past. As no future. It's behind. I gonna slip awy from..doesn't matter.
I don't care.
Gaily coloured bus. People. Nobody outside. Light in windows. Solitary streets. Solitary bedraggled hostels. The road.
Upstairs. The bus' roof. The sky and stars.
The sofa behind. It's outside, fixed to the bus.
It turns me on!..