Oddity enthusiast, Subculture explorer, Amateur Sociologist, Leftist, Born Again Goth, Wanderer, Possible Bad Idea.
Cemeteries, nature, travel, old/abandoned places, occult, late nights, theology, the unusual.
It's a Tuesday morning, we're sitting on the trunk of a beat car carefully parked in an abandoned K-Mart's lot. We just found a geocache orbiting a nearby cemetery and now we're thinking of going and being mall rats for a night just for the tragic nostalgia of it.
It's a chilly afternoon and we're treading carefully, gravel and bits of glass crunching on boots as we wander along the riverbank. We hear the traffic and stuff above and around, but just past the bridge is that weird open space with the rock formation that everyone always said was a faery gateway.
We're getting back just after dusk; we spent the day doing a little bit of everything. Immersed in the desolation of sprawl america. Malls and Targets and Strip Centers. We indulged ourselves; little trinkets. A pair of used boots, a piece of jewelry, some books. Little bags of therapy. One of those quiet, still moments hits and you saw we should go out that night; have a drink or five and get all Goth-ed up for the thrill. We're at the first bar by six pm, we'll be singing to one another by midnight. By two a.m. we're in a tangle of new friendships that'll be half-forgotten by dawn, and we've promised to do it again next week.
Married. Open/ethically non-monogamous.
Formerly east coast U.S., currently Japan.
