I wanted to go West.
I was very excited. I got on the bus. Still excited. 8 hours latter I found out that I had gone the wrong way, far up North; almost a straight line. So I hated myself every second of the 8 hours trip back South. The next day I told myself I wouldn't be silly and that I HAD to get on the right bus. I went North again. I went south back again. The third day came and this time I checked 100 times the ticket and the number of the bus and the time of its arrival. I got on. I was excited and a bit anxious. The West vibrated for me, the horizon like warm lips waiting for my kiss... ...and there I was up North. again. And back south. Again. I woke up. a nightmare within a nightmare within a nightmare. I looked Out: the landscape rolling to the snoring road; and Inside: the steady low hum of the engine; my legs semi-numb, consolidated on the bus seat. One more hour and I'd be there. It seemed to be snowing about 80 miles ahead.
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