I write a lot of posts in my head as I walk to and from school. Then forget them til I do the walk again, or they just ebb and disappear without ever being written. I'm glad I walk instead of getting the bus now, the exercise is good, even if the air ain't fresh. Today I walked home to make lunch as well, so I reckon it was about 8 kays of walking.
Anyways, when Charlie was here we found a different road between home and work and that's the route I've been taking. The first week I saw a market on the corner and was rapt - another place to get groceries, nice. But then the next week there was a giant claw ripping the marquees apart and pulling out power lines. The lot where the market was has been kinda derelict since, half torn-down. Then Monday I saw the place had been trashed. There is a small building next to the market that was the agricultural co-op's office and shop; everything was thrown out the windows and the doors were asunder. It made me really sad.
I didn't know why the market and co-op were 'decommissioned' or 'trashed'. Like the apartment blocks that are perpetually being demolished all around my neighbourhood, they seemed operable and viable to me.
Then this morning I walked past and the building had been set on fire. Inside there was a big black hole, with charred crockery, office furniture, spectacles, baskets, stuff... I felt shocked and sad all over again. What's with this? Why wasn't the stuff cleared out?
5 comments:
honey, that IS sad. it's no different here though, in a way. i feel a little apprehensive whenever i see those enormous piles of "stuff" outside the brotherhood on brunswick road - is everything really so disposable and worthless? i can't really articulate what i mean, but it's a sympathy with what you're saying.
*sigh*
wish we could just TALK...
perhaps it was meant to be burnt-up/demolished along with the building. but perhaps not.
"there was a giant claw ripping the marquees apart and pulling out power lines"
????????
Does anyone know what I mean by 'giant claw'? I see them destroying shit here all the time. They are like those claws in the annoying games where you try to pick some crappy prize up...
korea sounds awesome.
p.s. my blog is back online
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