He is sat on the edge of the seat at the bus stop. It's just dark enough for the light on the shelter to appear and it glows like and orb in the sky. Whilst the song 'How to Dissapear Completely' slowly spins into 'Treefingers' he overhears a couple tread carefully when talking about a place nicknamed by many as 'The Murder House', his interest is awoken and the music takes a back seat. The couple describe an outline of the house. He imagines children tossing stones at cold covered windows and daring each other to enter through dark breaks where a board that once enveloped a window has fallen limp to the ground. He feels contempt as he builds up this scene in his mind.
The couples conversation makes a turn to a brother who shot his older sister and his thoughts and concentration (if you can call it that) group back the the music. He boards the bus noticing the front seat empty and is surprised by his lack of feeling for this.
'The big fish eat the little ones' sung by Thom Yorke swim around in his mind as the textured music seeps into almost every vein in his brain. Unconsciously he takes a seat by a window.
His mind is almost like a clean slate as the faint sound of undefinable instruments can be heard underneath the sounds of the beating guitars and drums, not one of them once over shadowed by their towering presence.
'Fodder for the animals, living on animal farm'.
These seem to be the only real structured forms up in there as the music continues to wash over him.
'Floating round on a prison ship'
The bus passes the beautiful scenery, sun tinting over an arching hill framed by trees, branches, leaves and bushes, a mesh of green and yellow. He does not notice these due to the flood of music occupying almost every space, something that he will realize later on in the night.
It is not until the bus passes the carcass of a large ancient tree on a bright patch of grass is he brought back, lifting his head from the smooth window the end of 'In Limbo' strikes,
'You're living in a fantasy world, this beautiful world'.
Later he awakes to find a wall of shadows built up of uncomplicated lines. brought in through the window, created in part by the showered cover of streetlights, he remembers the light from the sun bending over the hill, a sight that did not register in his mind when he should have first seen it. Now it grows deeper etching it's self there and every time he hears those songs he will remember.
