The shuttle was loaded with ghosts today. Everyone was a face from the past. From the driver who looked like the guy who could have either played Socrates from Bill & Ted to the guy who hawks tech CDs, to the girl who sat the next bench over who looked like someone who I tried dating early lat decade.
We’re all stuck here. In a few tons of metal and wheelchair accessable machinery on a trip back to Tucson. It’s a boat trip from hell back limbo.