02. local (1)
2025.06.08
after walking along the beach, i began on my venture vaguely towards the cemetery. this is the parking lot of a law firm i passed. not taken care of at all but that's the charm is it not?
i have memories of being little, right around the time i became old enough to go to school; my mother, a woman of gothic tendencies, would drag me to all sorts of places in the city or the suburbs so that she could talk with her friends. even in the shitty apartments we lived in, the feeling was the same.
maybe it's nostalgia in a way
the first green area was pathetic, but it makes sense. it is primarily a cricket field; cricket fields need to be flat, featureless. there was a small playground to the side but i didn't get any good pictures of it. there was a freaky grasshopper-shaped spring rocker
i sat on the lone swing, not expecting any children despite it being a naturally busy sunday, and wrote in my journal for a bit. nothing about the green area itself, which was just too unremarkable. just about the pelican encounter.
when i caught sight of this above the buildings, i decided i had to go toward it. it's a water tower. i've seen it around on my walks but i never got this close to it before, somehow. i felt like i might be told off for tresspassing but at this point i felt really dehydrated from the hot sun and i was grateful for the shade the nearby trees gave me.
i stared at it for a while. listened to the nearby machinery, for processing or something or other, make its awful chugging noises. a comfort for someone like me