On the non-place.
The bus station, much like (but to a lesser degree than) the airport, is a non-place. To see the bus station of a place is hardly to see the place at all. Perhaps while you are waiting for your next bus, you can sample the way that this particular McDonald’s makes their fries or purchase a hat with the logo of the local sports team. You are not in that place, though, you are in the entrance/exit of that place. A bus station is the outer skin of the place, just close enough to see if the people are more physically attractive or ideal than the place you just came from. You are almost there, just on the outside borders, but not quite there yet. (more…)
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