I’m riding the purple bus again down the road 100187 and I found myself talking to the monkey driving the bus. I don’t know why I keep seeing this monkey… I looked out the right window from where I’m seating and I saw nothing, dark. I looked to the back and saw the figure of a creature seating in the last row. I asked the monkey for this creature he said: – don’t worry, I said: – I’m worried. Inside, the purple turned red of curiosity and I started walking down the the spine of the long bus. The closer I walked to the figure I felt the shaking of the bus and the breathing of the monkey. I started running and the benches seem longer and longer like if the bus was an elastic one or like if I was walking in a twenty century airport terminal. I felt like starting a revolution and letting people know that this bus is nonstop and that killing for the crude is stupid. I ran and ran. Tired of not reaching the back of the bus I gave up to the shadows of my feelings. Suddenly, I realized I was no one and that there were probably different color buses out there, filled with different people but probably with the same man in the back. I decided to sit down facing backwards on the left side of the bus, my right side. Almost falling asleep I waited for the creature in the back to come to me, I waited for the monkey to stop the bus. I waited…

Finally, the shadow started moving towards me… It was a blurry vision I could not see the creature’s face, it sat down by my side. It told me that it would not reveal its name it told me that I was a wimp that I did not have the courage,

I asked:

courage for what?

it said:

to stop the killing

I asked:

I can’t do anything

it said:

yes you can

I asked:

what killing?

it said:

the one they do because of me

I asked:

I don’t know you

it said:

you do

I was not ready to realize, just like the rest of the people in every other bus. It told me that people need to leave the bus, the bus is filled with emptiness and a monkey driver which most of the times wears a suit an a tie, and that us passengers need to get rid of the monkey and change the bus for something else. I screamed that nothing was going to change my world…it told me that I should think more radical.

Rocko