About the work

The bus does not belong here. Its scuffed side and faded chrome betray a history of countless stops and starts, a vast network of connections it once embodied. To pave a new road is to erase the path that was, but the bus has brought its own erased paths with it, a phantom archive of passenger faces and forgotten destinations. There is a specific kind of displacement in seeing it here, parked on pristine asphalt, an analogue memory in a digital landscape. One wonders what stories its worn seats could tell of the old city, before this new one was built on top of it, claiming a fresh beginning. This bus is a stubborn artifact, refusing to wholly disappear into the future's smooth, unblemished surface.