I miss the hills of my hometown, the twists and curves in the roads, seeing the skyline from my school’s front lawn, and the catacombs below. I miss long drives in the country, tobacco turning into corn and then back again, counting the deer in the woods by the highway, and every so often smelling a skunk, chicken, hog. I miss exploring downtown, with its old abandoned storefronts and factories, knowing we shouldn’t be there and not caring, knowing no one would stop us anyway.
When I leave this flat, dreary land for those beloved hills, I know it will be different, changed. For all that the skyline will be the same, the roads twisted and confused, Pilot Mountain in this distance, the place I grew up is gone. It’s not just that they’ve knocked down some factories or that Trade Street has galleries instead of prostitutes. The city I lived in was half in my head, and I… I grew up.
Now in my transient lifestyle I miss it. I couldn’t wait to leave, but now it’s gone. I miss me the way I was. And now I wonder if this is it, is that gone for me? Will I find someplace to make my own again, or will I be stuck in this limbo forever?
Not quite here but not quite gone.
I'm just going to sit here and be amused that, of all the crap on my coffee table, you can clearly see that the book on the bottom is called Epidemiology.
Same one, contrast ramped up...
For the sake of something, I shall blurb. Scars: burn from the top of my oven (galley kitchens are evilevilevil) and mosquito bites from where I picked.
Moles from... I'm blaming my mom because none of these are notably inherited ones like the one on mah nose. I never paid attention to them until I went to the dermatologist for an unrelated reason, and, as he was about to leave, he asked, "Can I look at your moles?". Apparently the "average" person has 20 on their entire body. I have 20 on the lowever half of my left forearm.
I have many scars, but none of them epic. Most of mine have faded. I have a burn from the top of my oven and two mosquito bite scars (I picked as a child. What am I saying, I pick now).
They all look like little, albino moles amongst the rest.
OK FRIENDS! I was going to have my 400th record be special. Well oops.
Instead I'm requesting things for a special thing. I'm making this a collab for ease of use.<...
Drove through a neighborhood yesterday morning. Yes, this is only half a block. Sorry.
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I was driving through a neighborhood this morning....
today's entry in bad technique/not knowing what you're doing can still be pretty.
1st one: wuuuuut? it's so light *speeds shutter way up*
oh right my iso is still crazy high from shooting in the dark last night.
*takes 2nd* oops, should slow the shutter down.
That said, when I got everything set right, it wasn't as nice.
When I get home from work, I come in, close the shades in my bedroom, and take off my shoes as I walk to my closet. I never end up putting them away until the weekend because I among the lot every morning. They just sit there in a row, as if someone has just stepped out of them.
(also I got a new camera and manual focus is my favorite thing ever)