They ask me where the hell I'm going?
It seems like the majority of New England is currently flooded, and where I live is no exception.
I hate the rain. One of my major decompression activities is basically aimless wandering walking to some very specific spots, and not only is it a little difficult to do that when it's raining so hard that your glasses need windshield wipers, but also one of those major places is by the river.
And the river? Is flooded. Italics necessary. As in, it's usually about 10 metres down to the water from the riverbank walkway, and now there are actually puddles on the walkway where the river is breaking out and splashing up onto the brick walkways.
The entire area is surrounded by yellow police tape, like some massive crime scene. Half the places down there are closed, as well. And police officers to keep the crowds back, and gawking crowds to be kept back. And the rain keeps coming, on and off, an hour dry, an hour wet.
This is also the time of year when I'm between classes and any other period, there's not much for me to do. And there's even less when I can't leave the apartment, and when I can the river's not working with me, and everyone else seems to have discovered it, anyway.
Title from: The Tourist by Radiohead
I hate the rain. One of my major decompression activities is basically aimless wandering walking to some very specific spots, and not only is it a little difficult to do that when it's raining so hard that your glasses need windshield wipers, but also one of those major places is by the river.
And the river? Is flooded. Italics necessary. As in, it's usually about 10 metres down to the water from the riverbank walkway, and now there are actually puddles on the walkway where the river is breaking out and splashing up onto the brick walkways.
The entire area is surrounded by yellow police tape, like some massive crime scene. Half the places down there are closed, as well. And police officers to keep the crowds back, and gawking crowds to be kept back. And the rain keeps coming, on and off, an hour dry, an hour wet.
This is also the time of year when I'm between classes and any other period, there's not much for me to do. And there's even less when I can't leave the apartment, and when I can the river's not working with me, and everyone else seems to have discovered it, anyway.
Title from: The Tourist by Radiohead
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