Fenian Bastard

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that’s usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet—a school hallway in the evening, an unlit office on a weekend, vacant fairgrounds—an emotional afterimage that makes it seem not just empty but hyper-empty, with a total population in the negative, who are so conspicuously absent they glow like neon signs.

A swing that sways ever so softly; a whirligig that twirls in the breeze, hopelessly wanting for me— to pick it up. But I schlep, down the walkway.
To The Grove, early in the morning and late in the day- an empty place that burns so brightly of times since passed- at Wyly, LATechs library so immense and intense that in suspense i find no recompense in time spent anywhere except in my exempt…ion. From home. Blame the drone. Am I alone? No.
No.
That star lit sky, a feeling of kenopsi-a. A wave of nostalgi-a, settles over you, with scenes of how it all “used-” to be, when we were sheltered from the realities, of the real world.
Welcome to that new world. Brave world. Give a whirl, to that whirligig, little sprig, human pig. Spreading thin.

(via nevergrowupnevergivein)