You can find them everywhere in the landscape: bus stops. Some seem to have been left in a place where no one ever uses them. Overgrown with algae or sometimes half subsided. After all, far from civilization, there is no bicycle shed, no parking…. Who ever waits for a bus here? And yet, you can see from the benches that they are used on a regular basis since the benches are remarkably free from algae. What would these traveler’s thoughts be? Where are they headed? Where do they come from?
I’m just passing through. A study of deserted bus shelters gives me time for contemplation, a moment of reflection of the daily worries on my way to the next goal …