For the start, I wanted to think about what makes a personal oasis. The idea of refuge kept coming to me. The idea of a shelter. I had the works of Makoto Shinkai as reference for that feeling of "longing" that belongs to that particular flavor of nostalgia, from my trip to Japan and the times I've backpacked before.

And it hit me that the bus stop was a recurring element to my memories of an oasis. A literal stop. An oasis is usually portrayed as temporary. You don't get to live in it. 

But how do I portray that as *personal*?