The View From Nathan’s Bus: The Glue That Holds Us Together
Was there a soul leftover at the end of this, another nighttime trip on the E Line? I looked in my rear-view mirror. Yes,...
The View From Nathan’s Bus: This Happens Too
“Yes, I have perhaps suffered more than you. Yet I do not succumb to despair.”-Chekhov
I prefer to ride in the last train car but...
The View from Nathan’s Bus: Our Fall of Discontent
The world was ending, or so we thought. The malaise people forgot previously existed was once again upon us, a new and bodied thing,...
The View From Nathan’s Bus: Of Dogs and Men
Look at the two of them swaggering onboard, one man tall and the other short, their arhythmic head-bobbing, shoulder-swagging, pimp-rolling gait living out as...
The View From Nathan’s Bus: Not Because It Is Easy
I like the ten P.M. crowd.
If you drive buses through downtown at the top of this hour, you'll notice it contains what I call...
The View from Nathan’s Bus: The Antidote
1. The Scene
I’ve just taken over my E Line in Pioneer Square from the previous operator and am preparing it to my liking. Setting...
The View From Nathan’s Bus: Nathan in DSA’s Democratic Left Magazine On Seattle’s Crises
I don't consider myself a political creature. The transformation of my perspectives into political views is always a transformation of reduction. I find people...
The View From Nathan’s Bus: The Gift and the Question – a Day on...
Felt this way before.
These are sensations I have before today appreciated. But distance away can clarify things, bring into sharp relief what you've forgotten...