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Secret of the Day #1814

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Secret of the Day #1814

There’s an odd wooden bridge immediately next to the Ohlone Greenway, and I’ve often wondered idly what its purpose is. It may be a bridge built long ago, before the Bart line was laid down and the Greenway was paved, when it was still needed to cross a creek. With no real use now, it must have been left alone either out of laziness or sentimentality.

I stepped off my bike to admire how the light cut shadows through it, and saw that the round dropped away on the other side. Hidden there, covered with graffiti like moss covers fallen trees, was another culvert, shallow and eerily lit, flowing faintly in the night. You could almost consider these an urban biome, a small cultural niche where bitter spray painted scrawls always thrive; every tunnel I’ve seen like this shares the same menagerie of graffiti.

What else do you find in every city, always the same, sporting those same differences that make every spot unique but part of a set?

sad, sad, sad

Written by Umbrella Man

September 10, 2013 at 12:47 am

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