AFTER THE DEATH OF NIGHT BUS, ITS DESICCATED CORPSE TURNED TO DUST, GRADUALLY DISSOLVING INTO INFINITELY SMALLER UNTRACEABLE PARTICLES. THESE "GHOSTS" ONCE HAUNTED OUR EVERYDAY WORKINGS IN CURATED NETSPACE UNTIL THEY BECAME UNDETECTABLE AND WERE EVENTUALLY SUBSUMED BY THE UTTER MASS OF ACTIVITY. NOW, IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO TRULY INTERFACE WITH NIGHT BUS. WE CAN ONLY GATHER PARTIAL INTEL FROM SHORT, REPEATED MISSIONS INTO "MEMORYSPACE" -- PART NOSTALGIC TRIP, PART DIGITAL ARCHAEOLOGY, PART SHARED COMMUNAL MYTH. THIS ARTEFACT, "NIGHT BUS 4: MEMORY OF NIGHT BUS", IS ENTIRELY COUNTERFEIT. OBSCURE DETAILS MUST GIVE WAY TO OBVIOUS TOUCHSTONES FOR THE SAKE OF AN APPEALING REPRODUCTION: A DASH OF BJÖRK HERE, A TWIST OF YOUNG THUG THERE, CULMINATING WITH AN EMOTIONAL FINISH THANKS TO A RE-APPROPRIATED R&B QUEEN. A MELODRAMATIC NIGHTMARE 'IMITATION OF LIFE'. AT BEST, A FORGED OSSUARY; AT WORST, BAD TAXIDERMY. LIKE THE JAMES OSSUARY, IT IS A FABRICATION CARVED ONTO AN AUTHENTIC BUT EMPTY CONTAINER SO AS TO CONVINCINGLY DECEIVE, OR, LIKE THE LION OF GRIPSHOLM CASTLE, IT IS AN ABSURD ATTEMPT TO RE-CAPTURE MAJESTIC LIFE FROM A CORPSE FOR THE SAKE OF DECORATION; LIKE THE LION, IT CACKLES STUPIDLY AT US FOR EVEN TRYING. HYUCK. IN ANY CASE, THESE NIGHTS JUST AIN'T GETTING ANY EASIER, AND WHO COULD JUDGE US FOR SEEKING COMFORT IN THE HAZY COUNTERFEIT LAND OF MEMORY.

RIP MARK HOLLIS

RIP SUSUMU YOKOTA

RIP PRODIGY

RIP ROBERT MILES