Wednesday 1991 ❲100% Fresh❳

I had no answer.

I wandered into the backyard. The grass was wet. There was a single, rusted swing set that faced a wooden fence. I sat on the swing. I didn't move. I just looked at the sky. It was a flat, pale gray. Not stormy. Not sunny. Just… indifferent. wednesday 1991

I walked home alone. The air smelled of wet asphalt and dead leaves. This was the era of stranger danger and VHS rewinding. My house was locked, because it was always locked. I had a key on a shoelace around my neck. I had no answer

We were poor in information but rich in attention. There was a single, rusted swing set that

The digital natives will never understand that Wednesday. They will never know the luxury of being unreachable. They will never feel the terror and the peace of having absolutely nothing to do, and deciding that was enough.