i would cry if I had to live/work there
more on that later...
on my way to Norfolk, i passed this junkyard
now, hold on people, lemme explain
it was pre-noon, ya know that unfiltered, not-yet-garish, white kinda sunshine
and you can't see it well on here, but
all the different colors and chrome of the smashed cars were glinting in that light
and it was so pretty and colorful
it looks all brown and gray and blah on here, but in real life it was really cool-lookin'


I tried to go see the actual colonial part, but there wasn't any parking...



very creepy, but I think this is near where that couple drowned in their car
which means I drove by them
that makes my stomach turn

you may say, yayyy water
i say, pppbbbthhh on that
maybe it reminded me of Tampa
and pppbbbthhh on that

a port city is a port city


detested by association
i wanted to turn around before I even arrived






they put us up in a bed and breakfast
these are the homes across the street
cute yes, but do not be fooled
two streets down are abandoned buildings, broken windows, struggling businesses, bars on the doors, 5-6-7year olds walking alone, men sleeping in the park
there was such a stark contrast between the rich and the poor in this city
I hated it



it was sooooo creepy inside...


the stairs and hardwood floors were creaky
I kept expecting the furniture to move
or the eyes in the old photographs to follow me





a round clawfoot tub in the center of the room
a dark green shower curtain encircling the tub
when the shower curtain was closed, it was totally dark and claustrophobic


totally made sense to watch that while creeped out in a potentially haunted house
Chrysler Museum of Art




I wanted to get out of town asap
No comments:
Post a Comment