Nocturnal Wayfaring
It's funny the way writing comes and goes.
How one feels no particular attraction to the journal for weeks and then find themself
talking constantly.
For the past two nights, I decided to take a step out around 2:00am.
One of the benefits of being in a small and highly rural town is how vacant it gets.
In the middle of a weekend night, there is nobody(save an occasional trucker rolling around a corner), even in the summer.
It was cold the first night, so I put on my leather boots and cashmere dress-coat(all black of course) and buttoned tight.
All my public anxiety is because of people. During these night walks, I have no fear.
I took my time to be astute toward every-day objects. I stared at the traffic light for a few minutes. It's very different
when there are no cars and pedestrians around to distract you. It just sits there, silently ticking through it's colors
for nobody at all. Beyond that, I simply walked up the street islands and swung around the gas lights.
Those things are always taller than I remember.
The second night was much warmer, so I dressed lightly.
I proceeded to dance all about town, to and fro. The highlight was running up the middle of a road, yawing
back and fourth with hands out-stretched, making airplane noises. It was so liberating to act like a kid outside again.
I also strolled through the down-town strip and looked at some men's apparel through the window.
Is it me, or are Asian or partly Asian guys getting a lot more popular? There certainly were a lot of them on
those ridiculous boards. I love how the white guy was making this stupid, narrow eyed, furrowed eyebrow look.
The cheesiness of those things is boundless.
All things considered, it was a good experience. It's also convenient that I chose the nights that I did.
Because this night, it had rained "like a motherfucker", as they might say.
How one feels no particular attraction to the journal for weeks and then find themself
talking constantly.
For the past two nights, I decided to take a step out around 2:00am.
One of the benefits of being in a small and highly rural town is how vacant it gets.
In the middle of a weekend night, there is nobody(save an occasional trucker rolling around a corner), even in the summer.
It was cold the first night, so I put on my leather boots and cashmere dress-coat(all black of course) and buttoned tight.
All my public anxiety is because of people. During these night walks, I have no fear.
I took my time to be astute toward every-day objects. I stared at the traffic light for a few minutes. It's very different
when there are no cars and pedestrians around to distract you. It just sits there, silently ticking through it's colors
for nobody at all. Beyond that, I simply walked up the street islands and swung around the gas lights.
Those things are always taller than I remember.
The second night was much warmer, so I dressed lightly.
I proceeded to dance all about town, to and fro. The highlight was running up the middle of a road, yawing
back and fourth with hands out-stretched, making airplane noises. It was so liberating to act like a kid outside again.
I also strolled through the down-town strip and looked at some men's apparel through the window.
Is it me, or are Asian or partly Asian guys getting a lot more popular? There certainly were a lot of them on
those ridiculous boards. I love how the white guy was making this stupid, narrow eyed, furrowed eyebrow look.
The cheesiness of those things is boundless.
All things considered, it was a good experience. It's also convenient that I chose the nights that I did.
Because this night, it had rained "like a motherfucker", as they might say.