So this past Sunday, location nonspecific, I was hopping over a fence to find what that particular schoolyard had to offer. It’s not so easy, climbing fences, as it used to be, but it’s still very doable. As I set foot on the other side, I thought to myself how I used to fantasize about hopping that fence (hypothetically) in the other direction when I was stuck behind those classroom windows a decade ago. The irony hit me like a great joke’s punchline that I wasn’t a student any longer. But I was trespassing to get back on school grounds. On a Sunday. It wasn’t even the same school I’d once attended each day - it was a monolith of an institution; the public schools in Los Angeles are even more prison-like than the ones in Wilmington, NC.
The way in which I decide to see those places is the only reason I pursue it. And the only reason I ever pursue it is to find new ways to see them. It’s comical to realize but fascinating to think about. A childhood pastime turned into a simple obsession which intricately built a way of life, even into my mid-twenties. Although it may be captured with a SnapChat filter from time to time, it’s a very real view. Whether or not I were ever a student of a school in that context, it’s most important to be a student of life, constantly looking for new ways to observe your surroundings and act upon them.
Going skating, “trespassing,” embracing the adventure and meeting all sorts of characters along the way.
- 7Ply Epic