Old Places
You wake up on a beach, near a lighthouse. You are comfortable and relaxed. You are dressed to your satisfaction, and you have the nagging feeling that you died.
When you wake up with no memory of who you are on a beach its best to assume that you are forgotten by the world as well, and that you can be free to discard your old ways.
Heck of a symbol there too, the lighthouse.
Attendant stores rooms and caretakers house.
You remember this from the conversation at the time
but i think also we caught fish
It's a story telling trope isn't it?
Wonderful, let's see what impulses lead us away from the beach at Ft. Worden.
having chosen your life by asserting your life, you find yourself left with retracing your steps.
lighthouses have a hard time of it.
Maybe you were a lighthouse keeper before you woke up on the beach near a lighthouse with no memory?
It's easy to see why waking up with no memory is such a repeated thing, it's maybe desired?
Whoever you were before you woke up on the beach,
you're not them anymore, anyway.
Time to walk.
This place has some history, huh? Main Gun Line or something...
Ah, okydoky then, it's the Main Battery out here, for some kinda war.
Many times yellowjackets stung me repeatedly until i pulsed with venom.
you wouldn't steal a car.
war seems like an awful lot of effort to go to but then for sure some people are cruel as fuck.
like one time you dismembered a yellowjacket when it was was still alive because of long standing grievances
but you wouldn't dismember a fly or a wasp.
That sure is some history. Wars. What a thing.
Maybe the point I proved to myself and the yellowjacket was worth it but I doubt it.
murder hornet tho, fuck is that about.
Drinking water and crackers, no thank you.
A virtual tour, no thank you.
anyone who would watch a virtual tour would love a room full of guns, let me the fuck out of here please and thank you
I guess this really is Fort Worden, I'd swear I'd been here before in my old life.
As I recall I was there with two other chaps my age, and we all enjoyed it like it was a sculpture park.
some days you need a nap, other days the nap needs you.
I'm a walking away from this gun room.
oh fuck me of course there is a gun room
look at all those chickens
goodbye 2020, you're almost a month away by now
So that's how 2020 went, crazy,
what a fucking year.
Boy wouldn't it be great to wake up on a beach with no memory again.