May 30th, 2016

trucker ape


Drunk parkour on the pedestrian bridge over I-5 while zola jesus echoes through my head. Living with housemates I can tolerate and more in love than I've ever been in my life and the only thing dragging me down, the horrible soul-numbing temp job I go to 4-5 days a week. But this job, and its attendant financial instability cast a pall on everything else. If I had been in a great job that I was happy with, it's hard for me to imagine being able to contain the ecstasy I assume I would've regularly felt.

There was something particular about living right next to the highway. The street dead-ended and it felt like a little pocket at the end of somewhere. I remember a few especially foggy nights. I would go to the stone church across the street and do parkour along the stairs and consider trying to climb atop the building, but always decide against it out of respect for the worshipers. I never went very far on such nights. I did once climb atop the nearby beer joint for fun, and there were a couple of nights when I perched myself up in a tree and reveled in being able to observe the weekend goings-on w/o anyone being aware of my presence. I also climbed on top of mississippi studios and just listened to the chatter of people below for a bit. I feel like such a moment reflects how I've felt so many times in my life. Present but apart. Observing from a distance. It's wonderful and a little bit sad.