Can You Rant To Me About How Alive Vehicles Feel To You

can you rant to me about how alive vehicles feel to you

I can and will.

Whenever I find myself using public transport, I find myself able to amuse myself with just the sounds they make as they move along.

Just think of the bus. It moves across the street, humming as it rolls across the road, hissing at it comes to a stop like it's breathing. Lowering itself down to allow the other beings to climb onto it.

When you look up from really high, everything becomes little distant specks. Like ants scurrying from their home to their food or what have you.

And when everything is made of the same matter, the same carbon and the same iron, what separates us from the vehicle? Mind? Thought? Does the contraption dream too? I have no way of knowing as of now.

We thank the driver, but when we do so, we might as well thank the bus itself. It works like us, brings us places. Allows us to live. Wordlessly nurtures us.

Machinery is a form of living being too and I find it most prominent in the bus. So thank you to whoever invented public transport. You gave us a beast, a beautiful one, one worthy of all of my admiration and praise.

And sorry if this feels like the ramblings of an insane person but you asked for my words and on god you have been GIVEN them. Have a good one. My stop is coming up