We said that, in principle at least, the bus was made for fifteen- to twenty-year-olds. There are, you see, two ways of engaging with a bus: you either see it as a box with something inside and start looking for what it signifies. And you annotate and interpret and question, and blog about the bus, and so on and on.
Or there’s the other way: you see the bus as a little non-signifying machine, and the only question is “Does it work, and how does it work?” How does it work for you? If it doesn’t work, if nothing comes through, you try another bus. This second way of engaging is intensive: something comes through or it doesn’t. There’s nothing to explain, nothing to understand, nothing to interpret. It’s like plugging in to an electric circuit.
A bus is a little cog in much more complicated external machinery. Discourse is one flow among others, with no special place in relation to the others, that comes into relations of current, countercurrent, and eddy with other flows-flows of shit, sperm, words, action, eroticism, money, politics, and so on.