Our last walk was to the park from earlier. They wanted to play soccer for real this time and brought an actual ball. The only way it could be more "just like old times" was if we were surrounded by concrete and smoke and the ball got stuck on a roof. The game ended when I accidentally kicked the ball into my lil bro's crotch and it bounced off and hit me hard in the jaw. The weather was really hot before, but it turned so cold I had a constant stream of snot down my face. We explored some abandoned structures a little then returned home. I accidentally slept through dinner cuz I was healing my jaw. It was a very nourishing trip and I'm sad this is all I remember to write of it.

I woke early during the final night. The girls' room was pitch black except for moonlight on her gamer chair's back. It's pink plastic skeleton was transformed into eyes shadowed by brow, aquiline nose, and two smoothly united arms positioned on it's skipping-rock body as if nestling an infant I couldn't see. The curtain was tied in the middle, forming an hourglass shape that let the most moonlight in. I'd read about upper paleolithic figurines lately and imagined the chair as a soul enslaved to the stone for 30,000 years. I'd seen pictures of Leonora Carrington's sculpture and imagined the chair as an obviously more professional object still taking those ancient figurines as inspiration 29,999.5 years later.

We hugged them all goodbye and quickly saw the farmlands in golden hour. I love to see crushing ethereal cloud landscapes above the painfully material rural decay of Ohio but I want the two desegregated and thats always what its been about. We drove past a FOG AREA sign with the letters faded. If there's a heartland then where's the lungland brainland assholeland. We stopped at this noisy plaza and tried Roy Rogers for the first time. It was super overpriced and mid. When we entered Pennslyvania the skies started graying. Skies this indecisive abt being metallic make it feel like not everything on the horizon has loaded in yet, like Something Is Wrong.

We got home and I wanted to cry cuz I felt so unfulfilled while being fulfilled. So much more needed to be seen and done. My brothers later went through the pictures with my grandparents cuz they wanted to know abt the trip, and their retelling was absolutely disgusting. These people don't experience any reason to live, or don't wanna risk showing they do like me. So I created this.