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Perhaps the metal tree
This summer, as I was going to a store down below, I was sitting in my fathers truck as we drove past Arlington to the Interstate. Sitting there for 30 minutes as we drove down to go do something didnt bother me much, but on that summer day a little bit of the city had crawled its way up here and dug its claws into the skyline, proclaiming that we were no longer safe from the city anymore.
It was coming to get us.
A billboard was being built at the Indian smoke shop in Smokey Point. Sure, that was nothing new for a lot of people. But consider this, our town only had a stop light for about three months while they re-built a bridge. I believe that our little town of Darrington is a dying log town.
We built up walls to keep out the city, to keep us safe. But that means that were all dispositioned drama whores. I noticed now, that our town doesnt have a lot of things that most other places do. Like stop lights and billboards.
Are we the suburbs, a little nest to raise your children away from the harms of the world, only to have them loath it all and escape? The lucky ones anyway.
I think its going to be interesting to see how industry is going to mesh with nature in this town. Perhaps the metal tree? The simultaneous acknowledgement and rejection of nature. As I think about it, though, in the long run, the city is slowly clawing its way up here, slowly but surely.
On the matter of the walls in our town weve built up walls so much so, that everyone knows each other and theres a lot of drama. When a new kid comes here, they bring their ideas and their experience to us, the people of Darrington, so that we learn from them. The only horrible thing about this town is that there is nothing to do. A new person gives us new things to learn and do, but that only happens once in a while.