@ Fully charged Music playing device, loaded with of course, your favourite songs for the past 6 years or any earlier records will be fine.
$ Bus Money. Preferably $8 above minimum.
* A jacket or cardigan
^ Water, because we all know how important hydration is. But... Don't drink too much; 2L of water at the end of a 2 hour bus ride is no fucking joke.
& A Bus Buddy. (Preferably close, keen and willing. Not to interact during journey.)
Set off around 3pm with sunny/partly clouded skies.
Set off from a place furthest away from home as possible working towards your way back; passing through familiar places, as many as possible !
Choose a window seat...like duh !
Seat back and enjoy the ride. Open your mind and watch everything, focus on things you like and reflect.
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I was going to write about my own experience on the bus... but well the feeling is really hard to describe other than epiphanical. Absolutely ephiphanical.
Bottom line, songs pluck our heartstrings like they do not just because they are sung by sirens with emotions or because of the fact that the lyrics describe our lives or how we felt at the moment.
Songs become truly wonderful and beautiful when we assign memories and feelings to them and when it plays we remember all the wonderful and incredible stories.
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Our lives from the moment we interacted, and I remembered, have lead ourselves to be forever intertwined and entangled. From whatever little I learn of them, they have irrevocably became a part of me. An encounter, a person, a sight and sound. A lesson. A memory.
-Zarae.Imaginary friends
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