I stare out the window, to avoid eye contact with people. I silently fume against designers who’ve obviously never experienced social anxiety, and hence don’t understand the significance of seats which face earth other.
I sit and stare out the window. And if I’m in a bus with that advertising mesh over the windows, I gaze placidly at the blurry mash of colors, wondering what the world outside that window looks like at normal resolution.
I hate the window advertisements. I hate them. I hate that the people being advertised at aren’t bus riders. I hate that my window is secondary to their new exhibit at the MOMA or whatever rich people horseshit gets advertised on the sides of buses.
Out in the world is the only place I can put my eyes that isn’t offensive somehow. And they cover it up, pretending like those little pinholes make it okay.