(From the pre-COVID-19 archive)
I find Tram 23 to be the most peculiar. Whereas other tram rides are more conventional, follow standard routes, or where one finds oneself somewhat ill at ease – with someone else’s wallet pressed up against your thigh or a few smelly armpits too close for comfort. Tram 23 does not follow suit. Tram 23 is a spaceship of a different breed.
Tram 23 follows the usual busy route, but then all of a sudden it darts to the right, seemingly not going anywhere in a hurry, before it stops, three stops down the line. No curve. No loop. So unfulfilled and incomplete for a final destination.
The people on Tram 23 are spread out in a similar fashion to the strategy that men employ when they use urinals in a public bathroom. It’s as if the only purpose of their ride is to stare out the window. To see the sights, as it were. With no particular destination in mind, perhaps they are merely here for the ride. And that’s beautiful.