this is where we look for things
07.25.02 - 9:51
walking down the street riding the bus looking out the windows always looking always watching. the roads are lined with the skeletons of bicycles, old and new, cannibalized for wheels and gears and brakes and seats, all that's left is a bent and broken frame, sometimes chained to a pole in some parody of security. remember this happens here all the time it happened in spain too with kepa's bike and he went to ride his bike home and his bike was chained to the streetlight but the seat was gone.
here you can tell who the visitors are because they stare at everything and everyone while everyone else stares at them. anywhere else they would be completely normal. anywhere else they would blend into the background into the crowd but not here. here they're so boring and vanilla and wearing matching teal outfits. they're carrying bags printed with american flags and folding and refolding maps and standing up and sitting down because that wasn't their stop. i've never lived in a tourist town before.
