Yellow Bus - On the way home 2015-2020



December 2015






End of the day… Using public transport, especially yellow bus, is a nightmare or even issue of life and death. Not to mention traffic jam, inhuman squabbles or such “minor details”, the biggest problem is an anger, tired, troubled civic sorrow diluted with feeble unrealised useless criticism, unfocused abuse to each other filled with anxious gaze. Nowhere does this negative energy accumulate like in a yellow bus, which technically takes you to your destination, but to reach this point is a battlefield; a field mined by the anger that does not explode ... It goes endlessly and fills you with this anger ... Such pointless grey sorrow has innumerable and at the same time very concrete causes. When do I return to home?



December 2020



Yellow buses have been replaced internally ... 5 year chronicle is not in the assets. There is no more squabbling ...
No more massive abused attacks. There is no public transport at all, but this troubled, chaotic, poisonous anger is still with us inside.
Delayed…More boisterous ...More ruthless ... More cold … More indifferent even brutally indifferent ... Aimlessly false ...
And "the way to home" is a mental pain. At this time, the house is no longer a house ... It is a sham, which collapses in front of the nose, a hand-wringing evil in the celebration of falsehood ... and yet the house is no longer a house ... replacement ... relocation ...
But the anger stays unchanged - stays as cruel, all-encompassing, destructive and poisonous ... And yet on these ruins if we look for each other's vulnerable bodies, maybe we still have a chance to survive....

Mariam Shergelashvili

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