Bouta go for a walk in the mid-size city

My wife called me on her way to work to let me know there were a bunch of fire trucks and stuff a couple blocks from the house.. this was 3 hours ago. I'm getting antsy and want to go for a walk, maybe to get beer and cigs and whatnot. I bet everything is cleared up already, but there's always some nonsense going on here in dumbfuckton, ohio.

 

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I definitely don't worry about any wildlife except skunks.

Also, there was a burned out stove in a yard where my wife said the fire trucks wrre at.

 

Hello, I don't know you.
Just wanted to say hi. x

 

Yo

 

Love the fire. x

 

In which case Zen matey I live in paradise 'cos I don't have any of those things. Furthermore, my bedroom which is in the front of the house has a window wide open (a) to allow me to breathe whilst asleep, (b) to allow neighbour's cat to enter and leave whilst I sleep.

 

i don't know. i'd rather hear commercial sounds, well transportation sounds anyway, then neighboring humans entertainment systems.

but then i didn't grow up in cities with parks, i grew up in tiny villages next door to nearly endless near wilderness.

does anyone remember that place where there was no anger, aggressiveness nor familiar assumptions, where we use to play as children in the 60s, young adults in the 70s,
and even still went there for escape in the 80s? i know i was happy to be alone most of the time, but was i really the only one ever there?

(not a physical place, but a shared place in the mind. one that could almost have become physical in the 60s and 70s, and found its way into literary fiction in those decades and remained there throughout the 80s and well into the 90s, and even a tiny remnant into the 2000s, dispite all its being obscured and forgotten almost entirely since the latter half of the 2010s)

well i guess all of those decades were before most people were born who are living now, but those, zen is probably not quite the right word for them, gardens in the mind,
no without the joys and visual pleasures of infrastructure, but with also those of the absence of prevailing cultural assumptions.

i wonder if anyone really knows what i'm talking about. they don't seem to be anywhere in entertainment these days.
you need a park, or even a wilderness better yet, to free the mind from the prevailing prison of lack of diversity, of the very false assumption of the lack of it in the real natural universe.

if you can imagine a world where no one hates logic or consideration, and where you still never had to deal with anyone else's narrowness or anger, where yes,
cats and bears still have teeth, but they never bother anyone because there were still no so many too many humans that there was still plenty of room to not run into each other.

whatever ancient atavisitic fears of wilderness, it was still a safer place then any city. don't know if that's still true, but it still seems likely one of the few things not yet to have been entirely lost.

 

Zen matey, this small park in the centre of Brighton is just down the road from me - less than 1 mile away.

 

Not guilty Zen matey, - that film is no Youtube.

Now a little farther away in the opposite direction is Preston Park - a lot bigger

 

I was reminiscing. The first time we went to Memphis, my twins were very young, one walked into a lampost walked into down Beale Street, the other twin brother kicked it. lol

 

If I went out at night for a walk, 50 feet from my house it would be pitch black... another 50 feet and you would be in the woods.

They never did find the last guy...

 

Oooh noooo

 

I forgot to follow up as my walk turned into a galavant..

I got a 6pack of beer +1 tall boy and i started drinking them as I walked around. By the time I got home, I only had 3 beers left. After those were gone, I opened up and drank one of my wife's bottles of wine. I got in trouble, my calves were exhausted, and I caught a hangover.. I really should know better..