The Journey
My weekly journey to the counsellor was (at a mundane level) nothing more than a short bus
ride to a slightly run-down suburb. However, over time this journey seemed to become so
magical that even my bus ticket transformed into a fetishised object for me to treasure.
PLEASE COULD YOU TURN THE SOUND UP ON YOUR COMPUTER.
The audio quality of the animation is poor as it was taken from a home-recording made in 1968.
Q. How can a bus ticket exude sexual excitation..?
Extract from counselling diary; visit 11...
Visits to *** have become the highlight of my week. Does that make me a sad git? Its so lovely
and warm to have somebody invest so much interest and care in my well being
(even if he is being paid to do it).
Animated stills of journey to counsellor's, sound from 1968
There can be no journey on earth more exciting and thrilling than this.