The Water That Keeps Flowing
On the permanence of nature; and impermanence of us. Plus, a fun summer flick and 250-item menu.
When I told her I’d be up all night, she assured me, “I’m a night owl too, it’ll be fun!” My then-best friend was visiting me from out west and my mom had taken us to Niagara Falls for the weekend. Being preteens, we were less interested in the falls and more drawn to the bright lights of the city’s main drag, which enticed us with its flashy arcades and haunted houses. With boundless energy, we spent our days draining our wallets on Dance Dance Revolution and chasing boys who looked at us once, only meeting up with my mom for meals at cheesy spots like the Hard Rock Cafe.
Come nightfall, as the last of the casino-goers had stumbled back to their hotel rooms, I lay anxiously awake. I was in my paranoid insomnia phase of adolescence where I had convinced myself I wasn’t safe to sleep until sunrise. Despite her best efforts, my friend didn’t last the night. After tossing and turning next to her, I relocated to the window and listened to ‘Numb’…