People come and go.

Hello, 

I'm the guest blogger of the day.

I would like to talk about my life here.

In my life, there is a lot of people come and go.

Almost everyday I'll meet someone new,

and almost everyday someone will leave me,

however, I am grateful that I can be part of their life,

although they may not remember me,

as I have nothing significant for them to remember me,

I look just the same as my other friends.

I am born and raised in London,

and I like to travel,

above is my view of London everyday,

and I am still not bored of it,

because this is my life.

I am still not bored of it,

because I like to bring people around.

I am still not bored of it,

because this is my responsibility.

Throughout my travel,

I get to visit a lot of famous places in London,

and these were the places where I get to meet new people,

and where some people might leave me,

I guess this is part of our life,

people come and go.

Who am I?

I am bus 113,

or what Auge might call me,

"non-place";

A place where people come and go,

and leave no imprint.

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The post above is written by myself, not a bus. 

I am just trying to write from a bus's point of view of the city. 

To me, buses or public transportions are not exactly "non-place", although it is true that people come and go, but I believe people may have significant memories behind these public transportations. Probably someone may have a fruitful memory of their childhood with busses as they always commute with bus to school when they were young. the bus may give them a memory of their childhood life.

A bus or any public transportations, is still a place.

emilyccz