那夜，我坐上旺角開往九龍的三層巨Van / If on a Summer's Night, One Van, One Road, One Idiot

嗯，實不相瞞，本人四五歲時的夢想就是當一名雙層巴士司機，讓家人玩伴從此都一車過滿足曬"吃喝拉睡玩"五個願望。奇怪的是，卻沒想過這車會帶我們去邊度去邊度。也許想過，只是在此後默片般蔓延的地下鐵森林中不知不覺地迷失了。一如新孵的水黽來回覓路於荷塘熱烈漫放的縱深內。知了們所蠶織的真空隔音罩，正匍匐合圍，密封荷塘。水邊蟬鳴依舊難以安撫。

Once upon a time (well, some two hundred and fifty moons ago), the then child envisioned the adult I, at this moment, should be professionally driving a double-decked bus, with all my family and all of my best playmates live happily in this self-sufficient vehicle ever after. Though I am driving a fancy bus, it's weird that the thought that the bus, as a member of the buses, should go somewhere for something, never lingered in the plain of the kid's mind. Maybe it had but just found itself, within a blink of an eye, incarnated into an apparition, hovering over a wet, black bough. The petal, under the roaming gaze of Ulysses, got lost in the silently sprawling metro octopus ever after.