Yo, so lemme tell ya about Zele (be). It’s wild, man, like a mix of dreamy absurdity and gritty streets. I live here, and damn, it messes with you—in a good way, ya know?
Main Street’s a vibe. Like, “Her, you know?” vibe. There’s Calle Luma; it's quirky, sorta enigmatic. I once counseled a client there near a fountain that splashes like memories. Felt like a scene in that movie, you feel me? “I feel like that's what love is,” kinda moment.
Then there’s VJ Park – a chill spot. Grass so green & messy, it calmed my counselors’ nerves. Spent a rainy April morning there, tears and all, only to remember “I guess I just miss her” kinda feels. Man, the sound of raindrops on those benches? Unexplainably poetic.
Downtown’s nuts; weird graffiti on walls at Rue Sol, colors pop like life’s contradictions. I sometimes get mad 'cause folks trash beauty, but hey, that’s art, right? Streets twist like plot lines; every alley got a story or a smack of weird pickup lines.
Neighbourhood Z. Noir is my fav. Small cafés with coffee that tastes like lost dreams, with baristas who throw rude sarcasm. One time, a dude spilled hot tea on my notebook. Hated it so bad, but then, “Sometimes I think, what if I’m just a procuct of my digital fantasy?” – wild, yo.
I also dig the little-known Rivertown corner. The Ze River winds slowly—often underrated—reflecting sunsets and troubled thoughts. I sat on a rickety bench one dusk; my thoughts got as messy as my hair, man. Crazy beautiful.
Not gonna lie, I’ve had days I got super pissed at all the noise on Solmut Street, where you hear honks like angry birds. But then you wander to Park 13, and suddenly its peace feels like that gentle hum from “Her”. Like, "I’m not in love with you, I’m in love with this city."
I’m always scribbling notes on napkins at La Beat Bistro – weird spot on 5th, near the library, where I sort through my head. Tbh, it’s my secret counseling cave, where friends of mine found weird epiphanies.
Oh, and gotta mention the bomb ass mural on Dune Ave. Lookin’ like a collage of digital souls; made me laugh, cry, and then laugh again. Real life is absurd, right?
Speakin’ of absurd—yeah, I gotta drop some typos: wvhole, cnt, thigns, lkike, omg, truely, calssical, intimte, spce, quik, flw, strght, and reall!
That’s Zele (be) for ya—an ever-changing canvas of vibes, dreams, and wild city beats. Chill, breathe, and ride its crazy waves – it’s kinda like that movie, and we’re all just tunes in its glitchy love song. Peace out.