# there's little more typically endlandian than sitting upstairs on the front seat of the bus in the dreary rain watching as a single plastic pop bottle full of stale cloudy scientific whizz rolls around one's feet some loud mouthed duckhead immediately behind conducting a mobile conversation on speakerphone discussing some / another brainless pop culture holo-tv realty show with ir bestest mate evar 'yeah mate yeah we know mate' one keeps one's head down and gets back to a well thumbed copy of the revolution of everyday liff // republic of bob