What shall we make of this? A short story, perhaps. Climbing a pass in California, a bus stops on a pass in California and barely leaves the paved highway’s center line for a narrow shoulder of small gravel. The bus door is opened. A car is stopped behind the bus. There may be someone in the car but that cannot be determined with confidence. Same for the bus. Or perhaps more confidence there. It can be imaged as full. And yet there is not movement about either. Perhaps the oddest thing about it all is that Horace Sykes has stopped to record it.