Up Here

Taniec – Jacaszek

Last night, we went on a walk through the graveyard.

The gate is locked at night, but there is a small door near by that you can sneak through. It’s an uphill trek. Small candles flicker in the distance, someone keeps lighting them, every day, every day, every day.

Some stairs, a field, the Molson tomb. Small headstones, small graves.
Sad but true.

Another field. Another hill. I crawl through a hole in the chain link fence.

Watch your head.

You should close your eyes for this part:
I walk along a small dirt path, through thick bushes, careful not to slip on the gravel. It’s hard to tell where you are. This mountain is difficult to keep track of.

Alright, open them:
LIGHTS! Thousands of them. The whole city is spread out beneath the cliff. The tower glows in the distance, it’s subtle arc attempting to hold up… nothing. It is our most important failure.

Small glass bottles. A flask. Flicking lighters. It’s Fucking Freezing out here.

Imagine the energy it takes to light this city up. We’ve got power.
Think of every burning bulb that we cannot see. Every electric heater. Every microphone, every amplifier.
The Subway.

This is impressive shit.

I can see our house in the distance, it’ll be a long walk home tonight.