Story

Larry, alone and disheveled, carrying a purple bag and bottle of meds, walks the city streets then boards a bus, where he proceeds to disturb the passengers with his erratic behavior and verbal outbursts.

Riding the bus or disturbing the passengers -- these are not Larry’s concerns, as one-by-one the passengers disappear, the bus fades from view, and Larry finds himself in the office of a psychologist, who pushes for information, asking again and again if anything “out of the ordinary” happened on the bus. 

But for Larry, everything -- on the bus and off -- is completely “out of the ordinary,” and he can’t answer. He can only remember. Endlessly.

He can only grieve:

What he had. What he lost. What he’ll never have again. And so Larry, alone and disheveled, continues to walk the streets, continues to ride the bus, where his love, his grief will be eternally entwined.