Gum and spittle

Everything that has a chance of being stained is always a random mix of colors and design. Like movie theater carpeting, hotel bedspreads, and these bus seats. This design of illusion makes me wonder how many stains I am actually looking at but cannot see. Such worry is what causes me to immediately whip the bedspread onto the floor upon entering a hotel room. But I cannot throw these seats to the ground. And I cannot be scared of them for fourteen hours. So I must swallow my fear and realize that these bus seats will probably be the cleanest surfaces onto which I place my head during this entire trip. My germaphobia must cease right now. No more fresh dish sponges every day! No more clean towels every three days. No more freshly laundered pillowcases whenever I please. Fuck! I hope I can do this. I am not cut out to be a backpacker.