The town was starting to fall apart. I used to fix it up. Keep the sand from overtaking it. Put things back in their place. Nail boards back to buildings. You know, just something to pass the day. Went into the store through the back and grabbed something out of the fridges. I remember I used to try and talk to the people who worked here as they were stocking the drinks. They'd usually ignore me. Pretend there wasn't actually a line of sight between the 1 and 2 % milks. There was. There is. Been a while since I've done that, though. I left the store and walked out to the residential area. Only seven houses. You know, rental places. No one's been in #3 for a while, so I like to go there and sit in the chairs they've got on the deck. Not today though. I was in the mood to reflect on things. Namely, the way things have been going recently. Best way to reflect is with a good view. #5 got a balcony real close to a tree, so I climbed up and jumped across to it. Beautiful. It's amazing how good a view this place has got from only two stories up. All the houses are in sight. All the roads can be seen. Heading back to town. Heading back out to the ocean. It's really quite an amazing network for such a small place. Ha. Networks. That takes me back. Well, I sat there for a while. Looked all over. Two years I've been here. Seen people come and go and go and go. Heh, I'm probably the only one left. Don't know what they didn't like about this place. It has everything needed and nothing extra. Not much of a difference with or without them. No one else really seemed to like me. I haven't held a conversation for so long now I'm beginning to forget what another voice even sounds like. Been so so long.
Reflecting on it all, I don't know what to make of it. There was really no reason for anyone to go. No flooding or volcano or anything. Everyone just always seemed to have their own reason for showing up and their own reason for going. I wonder if they have their own places now. If they found some place to be confortable and live out their lives. I hope so. I was a jerk at times to some of them, I know. But it's not like I can say sorry now. Sigh. I hate reflecting. I just brings me down.
I got down from the balcony and walked over to the tower. Nothing huge, but it's there. Cheper housing for people. Not run-down and decrepit, just cheaper. I took the usual path up to the top. I used to be scared of heights. Heh, wonder what happened to that. Seems like a day never passes anymore where I don't come here. Up to the same floor. The same hall. The same door. I opened up door #722, chucked the empty can in the room. It's the second room I've used for cans. Closing the door keeps the odor inside and there aren't many bugs all the way up here. Then, the same door ahead of me. #729. I sat down and drew a sketch of it. The doorknob was noticably duller than the rest. I've never touched it. Well, I did once. I couldn't open it though. I couldn't bring myself to do it. I know it's just going to be another room. A bed, a sink, a table. Nothing more. Still, it might not be. And why ruin it?
I headed back to the shore to go to sleep. I don't know why I insist on sleeping out there instead of in a room. I just do. On the way back it started to rain. Hard. Nothing unusual here. I like the rain. It's more white noise to mask the waves. It's day's like these that give me the most rest.