143/365 Sentries at the Cemetery
I left the abandoned high school in an agitated state of mind. I wonder if it’s because for two days I had been exploring abandoned buildings, one being an insane asylum and the other an abandoned high school that no one noticed was even there. Perhaps the disrepair started to mess with me. Perhaps the invisible high school and, by extension, my invisibility unnerved me. Or maybe it was the swing set creaking in the non-breeze that spooked me. (I didn’t tell you about the swing set—no breeze, but the swing would occasionally move as if someone brushed against it.) Yeah, ok, so my state of mind was in a weird place and I needed to remove myself from it all.
So what do I do?
I go to a cemetery.