cannot begin to describe how awesome brighton has been for me 

not sure if it's because i'm not with any friends 

forced to do things alone 

but it's beautiful, the freedom, in a beautiful place, i cannot describe 

the first day i woke up when i wanted 

went down to brighton pier (of course) and walked around 

bought fish&chips to take away and sat on an unused cart staring at the sea 

 

my lens cap fell between the boards and into the ocean 

'well it's gone now' a man said to me 

walked around all the gaudy, tacky rides that looked so fun 

rickety and simple and garish and beautiful 

smiled at a group of old women who were driving bumper cars 

the metallic structure of the abandoned West Pier was in the distance 

just huge pieces of metal left standing in the water, facing the wind 

and it was haunted and empty and sad and pitiful 

when dreams die i think they look like that, west pier 

walked down to the pebble beach and to the shoreline 

never been to a pebble beach before 

it was difficult to walk 

little kids were hurling pebbles as far as they could into the waves 

the wind was making me tear and sniff 

 

i sat down on the pebbles and looked at the sea 

took out my kindle and read 'sum: forty tales from the afterlife' by david eagleman which is a book i forgot i had, and found it an apt read to have

because everyone thinks brighton is where people go to die isn't it 

i don't see why it wouldn't be true, it's so lovely here