The sound of rain drops falling. The wipers screeching on the windows. Misty roads. The bus is empty, apart from us. We see no other people, no other traffic.
We're alone.
I take pictures, like a woman obsessed. Sometimes I think I am.
This is the moment where in movies something shows up on the road and the bus tumbles down from the mountain because there's nowhere else to go, I hear myself thinking.
Or maybe a clown shows up from the back of the bus, he was sitting there all the time and you, the viewer, already know, but us, the characters in the movie still don't.
I keep on shooting pictures.
Maybe they will use my SSD Card as evidence and find that fcking killing clown's reflection in one of the windows.
As always, all writing and photography is mine. More photography and travel fragments from this same day can be found by opening the following posts:
