We pulled into the parking lot of an abandoned parking garage around 1 am and took a look around… She’s worried I might get… might run off. Cuz I've been seeing things, but I’d never do that, not to her.
I said- I told her that, yeah. I guess I ran off from you, though so… I get why she doesn’t trust me.
It was kind of scary even though we didn’t see much, the ceiling was all cracked and sunken. So much graffiti I could barely see the space between the words, like they were all shouting for my attention at once, but their voices had been quieted by all the years the paint had faded.
Gloria was running her hand along the space where nothing had been left behind, making a spiderweb connecting all of it together. She told me it was safe here. Up on the roof we set up our sleeping bags and hoped it didn’t rain. The sky was cloudless that night but I couldn’t see any stars so I watched out toward the trees where the suburbs tapered off instead.
When I was a kid I always wanted a cabin in the woods. Not this… coffin of a city. I never told you that. Not that you’d ever care. Remember when we’d go camping… I’d sneak out of the tent at night to lay down in the dirt. All I could feel were the trees for a while, encircling me, becoming so total, the grand expanse of rustling like a wall separating me from much bigger, scarier things.
Maybe a coyote will take this mess off our hands if we just dump it out there and wait.
Video 10.