Pointless

[019]

The sun shined dim, with the sky modestly covered in asphalt gray, heavy, moisturized air flooding the city.

The anticipation of the rain and the taste of dust coexist together.

It wasn’t pleasant, nor was it safe – taking pictures of the empty alleys and casually decaying buildings. It was hardly wise to spend time on photography instead of exam preparation.
But the camera lied so confidently in the hands, its weight, its firmness, the viewfinder blocking out everything unnecessary – how could it not be the right thing to do?
Light, angles, accidental pedestrians, homeless cats and doves, trash,  moss and fungus fighting over dominance on cracked walls of historical well-like-yards. No one asked for this day chronicle, that will surely lay forgotten and not printed just like many others before her.
It wasn’t a task, it wouldn’t lead to any leverage of benefit, but it felt good,
And then, the rain started.
Time passed by, the obligation to get “home” was growing like the mountain while you walking closer to it.
Water poured down on the streets, creating streams and splashing mixed anxiety and happiness on caught up people.
Taking the last, risky shots and smiling like those strangers and then putting the camera in the bag.
Getting back to doing things “the proper way”, failing. Doing it all again and again, fitting in, till the bones start to crack.

-What have you done today?
-Nothing, just walked a bit.