As I remembered a particular look-out that I had discovered as a teenager… and as I thought about it, I it seemed like such a dangerous place. Why are there no guardrails or anything to help prevent any falls? Its just an “open” lookout.
In any case, I felt compelled to go look. I won’t be going back there anytime soon, as it wasn’t the most comfortable place to sit and write or relax. Knowing that the edge of the world was a couple feet away, it was a bit distracting…
Regardless, there was something that was fascinating about just being up there. Feeling the
energy of all the people who had been up there before…kind of creepy to be honest! All kinds of bizarre thoughts crossed my mind (how many have thought of jumping? How many were almost drunk enough to make a fatal mistake? How many had been with a lover there?) Many had left their mark by drawing or painting on the ground or the
one small retaining wall, in the form of graffiti, gang tags, love notes, “Joe was Here” messages, and mixed doodles.
As I was walking around, I saw a policewoman walking toward me. I let her know I wasn’t doing anything crazy…just taking pictures! She seemed to be a bit relieved… It made me feel a bit more comfortable about the place, knowing that people are watching out for who goes up there, checking in that everything’s cool.
This made for an interesting start to my morning. Trying something new, something that was a bit uncomfortable for me… but I’m glad I followed where I was being pulled. There was a kind of humbling effect with being in such a vulnerable place. One wrong move and mother nature would take me as her own. It definitely gave me an out-of-the-box boost!
December 7th, 2009 at 2:14 am
LOL, the Platforms!!! Ha, the popos thing is hilarious brings me back to hight school.