went for a walk again

I went for a walk in the rain. Well, it wasn't raining when I left it was just one of those days when it never really stops raining and the idea of rain looms over the city all day and nobody quite remembers what it even feels like when it's not raining. Plenty of days like that in Glasgow.

Was recording graffiti again. Barely, and only whatever grabbed my notice. In the Gallowgate this time. There's the cool one on the bridge that everybody knows and then on a gate that leads to a park a playground looking a bit sad and lonely and uninviting in December rain, money kills. Just like that and just that and isn't that the most true statement there is.

Nobody needs to think about what it means. We all know money kills, too much of it or lack thereof, in one way or another money kills us all like life does but more painfully. We kill for money and money kills for us and there is no way out. What a lovely world to live in.

In the background, looming above us, dark shadows broken windows and rain-stained concrete, the
twins breathing through their last moments, organising the wind to their liking like they've always done, waiting for their death already dead, empty of people dark and awful against the grey sky of December rain. No lights though sometimes the metal plates they used to board up windows reflect city lights and make it look like someone is still there. Doors locked. Windows boarded. Waiting in the rain to be blown away.

Nobody deserves to live there but the city is going to feel strange, look strange when they're gone. Watching over us. Sometimes strangely beautiful in the sunlight. And so real when you stand right next to them, so there. What's going to be there when they're gone?

*

Hey you.
I found that place where I wanted to take you, if you remember,
and I went there by myself (because you were my only friend who would want to do something like that)
and it was gorgeous but surprisingly
I missed your unbridled love and enthusiasm for everything in the word.
Who'd have thought.
Anyway, I would still like to take you there.
I think you would love it. Nothing more to it.
Except that you've probably already been with someone else who is more fun than me.
You've plenty of friends like that after all.