Aesthetic death of my town

One hour before curfew

It is the year 2021

A late January evening

I am supboarding on the flat waters

Of the medieval canals

And see my city

In all its beauty

Enough people walk by

But never more than two persons

And I am floating

In these bridge galaxies (hard to explain😆)

While I am doing this

Noises are dimmed

Curfew time is approaching

All the lights in the houses are lit

Everyone is home

To the satisfactory of my curiosity

And I sense something different

And it is beautiful

And sad

For

When I am paddling back

To my home

I experience

That my town

Is dying

All

Its

Beauty

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