And so it begins. It’s inevitable. I need to make more journeys, develop the project. Where should I begin?
At the start of course. The number 1. I imagine going from there and following every bus route in sequential order. How many bus routes are there in London? How does the arcane system of numbering work? As soon as I arrive home I type the following question into Yahoo Answers:
How many bus routes are there in London? Where does the number 1 service run between?
Answer No1: Do you really care? If so, put on your anorak and go find out.
Answer No2: you must be bored shitless.
Answer No3 provides me with this route guide. It goes straight from 1-300 then jumps here and there with numbers up to 699 and all sorts of crazy once-a-month-at-2.47am-on-a-wednesday-endangered-species type routes after.
Yet, to me, the project makes perfect sense. I don’t think I’ve ever really completed a photo project, so why not set off on the most foolishly impossible project: The idea of travelling every bus in London equals the impossible goal of knowing London. Setting off toward the horizon, without ever leaving your own town.
