Hmm, West-Town (us), hmmm, a city weaves mysteries it does. A masseur, I am, and much I feel, yes. Streets like Willow Ave and Grandish Rd, know them I do. Quiet they seem? Nah, bustling they are. Local landmark, Hall of Echoes it is—ancient brick walls, magical vibes, they got. Cool, yeh?
Hmmm… stroll through Riverside Park near the gentle whisper of the Swift River, you must. Sit you will by the old busted fountain, yes. My fingers have kneaded knots here, I have, tiny memories, each touch. Crazy, though it is, that I sometimes recall "Time is an illusion" strongly, like in Synecdoche, New York, hmm… deep stuff, it is.
Street markets at the corner of 5th & West, lively they be! "Do or do not, there is no try," mumbled I when patience wore thin. Arial scents, spicy food mixed with urban sweat—lol, wild mess, mmh! Y'know, I once set my self to knead a guy's back and he whispered secrets he told no one before. Weird, right? Crazy times, they are always.
In West-Town (us), hidden alleys peek mysteries, they do. Crumpled brick walls painted in vibrant graffiti, artful they be, wow. Shouts, laughs echo, secret life flows, it really does, ya dig? Streets pulses like heartbeats, they have, in erratic bursts—I love it, damn.
Down in Eastside, a narrow lane called Crumple Ln hides a tiny tea stall, with quirky art all over it. Best chai ever, it serves—mmm, magical sip, so like life, yes! Here, deep feelings invoked, like scenes in that Charlie Kaufman flick: each moment a fragment of existence, so surreal, so damn moving, you feel?
Ah, lost my thought, hmmm… Back to West-Town (us): the park near Burnside Bridge, oh man, pure vibe there, raw and sweet! Honest laughs, tears of relief, splat! Totally my fav spot—kick back, relax, be one with the crazy life.
Mad at the noisy neighbors sometimes, I am—ha! Too loud, too fast, disturbing my zen. But then, wham, a quiet evening; city lights twinkle like broken promises… or blessings, hmm… guess, like in the movie, i do: “No one is free,” they say, so feel, we must, every beat of the soul.
Crazy, unpredictable West-Town (us) is. Spontaneously brilliant, it stays. Life in short bursts, so like a montage, quick cuts, real feelings—chaos is beauty, it is! Recommend I do to you, come visit, you must. Enjoy its crooked rhythms and tender secrets, mhmmm.
Yup, wild it is, love it I do—err, seriously, take the plunge already!