Twitching your nose, you smell burger vans serving up endless portions of cheesy chips as leaves crunch beneath your worn pair of Dr. Martens. With Mogwai blaring on your headphones so loud and desolate and magnificent that you know you’ll end up crying if you don’t lower the volume, you roll a cigarette as those around town walk head down and focused on a future that never materialises. Wasting time as if it were a crime not to, you trawl through a shopping arcade ten minutes before closing. Soon after they kick you out, you purchase several packets of crisps and a few chocolate bars from a gas station that’s weeks from going out of business. When it does, it’ll remain empty for years and as haunted as all those other buildings that were once full of life now reduced to nothing but mere graveyards. There are so many echoes of what has been and so many outlines of those that have gone before, and sometimes when you’re drunk you can just about see them, but as quickly as they come they disappear in the time it takes to finish your drink. The crisps and chocolate bars will make for a nourishing meal upon returning home, but for now, there’s more ambling to be done. There are alleyways that lead to fields and fields that take you to old train lines that have been out of action since before you were even born. Stepping from one rotten sleeper to the next, a light rain begins to fall, and for a second or so, everything is beautiful, and there’s romance in the air, the type you write about but let no one else see. You can feel it in your bones, and as each drop of water hits your upturned face, there’s no sadness, and no looking back, only the simple joy of being alive. Yeah, it might be short-lived, and when you get home and sit in front of the TV eating your packets of pickled onion Monster Munch, such romance will have faded, but as long as you felt it, and as long as you embraced it, that’s the only thing that matters.
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Categories: Lucid
This is so fucking incredible. I love the atmosphere, the feeling of my shoulders and my heart. Minutes and hours fading away, stargazing staring into nothing, but it’s everything in those moments of almost epiphany. The rain makes it all better though and I look about me and wonder how and when I got here and the state of my clothing tells me everything I needed to know.
I love this.
This is so cool, thank you!
I’m touched that it moved you. It’s a simple moment, but the best ones so often are. We’re often rushing around in search of meaning, but meaning is to be found far from the crowd. It’s a walk down lonely streets not afraid of the rain or the realisation of how far we’ve drifted from those we used to call our own x
Yes! Absolutely. Of course, I love the rain and I don’t mind being absolutely soaked myself, but it’s the allowing of oneself to slow down and look inside and look around.
Absolutely. Without those moments, we’re dead in the water.
Perfectly describes those moments that I keep in my treasure chest.
Thank you. I’m glad you’ve kept them safe.
Thank you your images are pure joy!
Thank You! I’m glad you enjoy them!
I’ve been here and I’ve wandered through this graveyard. I haven’t for a while, but I should. Thank you for being real. x
I’m so pleased you’ve been there, too. It’s lonely and beautiful all at once. A special kind of romance many would rather overlook x
great job
Thank you.
no problem
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Thank you, kind sir.