In a single moment...

At times when I sit on the bus, I cannot help but wonder what is happening in other's consciousness. I sit, and I see two people listening to their music, and I wonder what music they are listening to? Both of them are (re)acting the same way, but perhaps one is listening to rap, and the other to experimental-post-modern-electronic pieces. Or the two people sitting beside me, both taking a nap (or perhaps trying to). What are they dreaming or thinking? How about the couple standing near the door? The guy has his arms around the girl's waist, and how lovingly the girl looks up, trying to catch the guy's eyes, while the guy is directing his eyes to the bosom of the woman sitting down in front of him. There is an old man at the front of the bus, looking forward, and a young girl standing, looking backward. And what about everybody else on the bus? All of them who stares away from each other, onto one ad after another, only to come back to the first and begin the process again. *Ding* somebody has to get off, and everybody is being very nice, letting each other to have the empty seat. Most fascinating of all is the Bus Driver, who sees through hundreds of passengers each day, even if some of the passengers take the same bus everyday, and they see each other at the same time everyday. Being does not reveal itself if it does not reveal through words, yet how we abuse language nowadays.

If only I can crystalize time into a single moment, and collect each fragment of consciousness from each passenger...it would be an interesting revelation, no?