Post Reactionary Minimalism

felt angry. was sick. went to Flight Path Circles. Such a good spot, in 3chong. it's a 25m diameter circle of white terror era cement ledges, with three breaks. lines are endless, at least until I run out of talent or stamina. usually the former. a family came running up, and the father made conversation. he skated ten years ago, and their cheerleading kept me skating past the point of exhaustion. at dark, I went to the great white rails, then to the bridge. skating in front of a crowd adds four hours of energy.