the messenger is an essential service to the message
Heartland Bus goes where you need to be. Your rightful journey. So goes the legend. Back to the wild west or out to an icy coast. Yet that’s the least of strange of the tour.
Every journey is for one rider in particular, for whom it is encounter with the Others. Their task is to ensure passengers arrive where they need be to ward off the awful.
A lady to meet a man and raise a child who prevents another unleashing horror. Aversions, like that—or so legend has it, for only the Others know what’s averted.
I arrive at a computer terminal in the ’50s. Size of a room, creepy-cool of a theremin. I fiddle with dials, a portal to the Others. There to start what would put me there.
Trust so as to see, and so believe the legend into being. All that, yet my journey is simply to tell you: There is somewhere you need to be.
