ghosts

i remember this day. i want to go back to the santa cruz. empty santa cruz beach boardwalk. yes theres close to nothing to do because its almost all closed, but its just an indescribably great feeling to be there when its empty. it may just be that im used to being there overcrowded by tourist and typical santa cruz junkies, but even when its empty i can faintly hear the clutter of a thousand conversations, the excitement, the annoyance, the sound of rollercoasters flying by, that robotic band that plays that same beat. and at the peak of the noise i hear absolutely nothing. i just love it.