The passengers just want to go home, and for most of these people they have no clue where home is anymore. They’re just going somewhere, who knows, probably to a new city, because they still love life and want to smile once more without forcing feelings that aren’t there just yet. These people believe in love more than most people even realize. And it aint easy to be in a hurry and have to wait at the same time. You think people think a ton in church, in confessionals, in the voting booth or on the toilet; people with all these existential rumblings that shape-up, form, and then… incinerated, gone; thoughts, plans, contingencies of what could be the future are destroyed as the preacher is giving a sermon or as the office worker is daydreaming with eyes closed aimlessly clicking. There are so many places where you can observe the social creature thinking up a whole storm of thoughts, such as a bus stop, a check out line, looking through the other cars window as you’re stopped at a street sign, hot out of the shower for the morning drive to the nine to five. You think you know where people really think, well check out a busy bus terminal; there’s more thinking going on there by any single group of people than anywhere I’ve ever been in my whole dang life. That’s where people really think.