That's a really good idea generator for a flash fiction.
2004-08-12 06:37 pm (UTC)
I really need to start collecting people and scenes for fiction again.
I dearly love walking to the end of the street to just look at the bridges; it's my favorite part of living in Tremont.
That is odd.
When I was in nursing school, I had to cross the Valleyview bridge on I-480 in winter. That was after that car had been pushed off of it by a truck, too. I stayed in the middle lanes, and freaked if a truck came anywhere near my car. Still gives me the creeps to drive across it, even though they've put up new barriers and fences. ::shudder::
That was before my time, but I do have that fear.
What's really strange about it is that I actually have no fear of heights, and not so much the fear of falling. I climb tall ladders without difficulty, and have been up in monstrously high observation towers.
I guess it's really the fear of the *splat* at the bottom.
I am fine in the wilderness, hiking along cliffs, but railings over heights in buildings make me paranoid that for some unknown reason I will jump (or drive) off. It's crazy.
It is an odd one. I don't like the feeling at all.
I think that's because those railings are a reminder that you *could* fall off.
It's more like they are temptation: "We're protecting you!!!! You can't fall!!!" Something in me fears that I will defy them.
That being said, I would NOT stay in a 30-story hotel with an open atrium and no railings. I would be terrified of sleep-walking or something.
As a wise man (Terry Pratchett's Rincewind, if memory serves) once said:
I'm not afraid of heights! I'm afraid of depths!
It's not FALLING I'm afraid of... it's when I *STOP* falling!!
To add to that: It's the *suddenness* of the stop.
I love this post. The randomness of the why.
Hee, I do things like that, too, when I see mysterious hints of other people's lives.As evidenced here
I think this is related to the reason why I love LJ so much.
Cool entry. Thank you for pointing it out.
I had a similar thought while in Charlotte, NC as I sat at a traffic light at the foot of an exit ramp. There, behind a chain link fence, in a seemingly inaccessbible bit of rock and scree, were a perfectly undamaged pair of Raybans. With the full power of my imagination, I couldn't even come CLOSE to coming up with a plausible solution for how they got there.
Amazing, isn't it, the things our brain will paint when we see something? I used to LONG to belong to some sort of LJ community that's sort of based on something like photochallenge
. Belong to, not run, because the joy in writing would be gone if I had to moderate it.
Thanks for sharing this, I enjoyed the reading.
i do that all the time about things more random than that :)
i have trouble sitting on a plane or in an airport without going crazy wondering what everyone's doing there, why they're going, who they're going to visit, are they happy, are they sad, are they on business, vacation... on and on and on.
you should write a story about the bridal veil to see where it's from. might be interesting!
What a cool post. :)
2004-08-13 01:07 pm (UTC)
Re: Long, high bridges? Not necessarily...
No, it isn't necessary, and I have done it the other way, but for commuting purposes it is definitely more efficient.
The bulk of commuter traffic crosses the high bridges. And I have tremendous affection for the abandoned ones.
I just wanted to tell you thank you. This was the first post of yours I had read (although I've been meaning to check you out for awhile, now) and it's been in my head since I did. These are the things I always want to blog and forget before I get to a computer. :D
I know about the forgetting part! I do that often as well.
2004-08-16 10:48 am (UTC)
Adding the creep factor
One thing to remember is that even The Land O' Cleve has its reports of the Phantom Hitchhiker and historically those are brides.
*cue creepy music*
2004-08-16 01:01 pm (UTC)
Re: Adding the creep factor
Oooo. I like that version best.
Though rush hour traffic is not generally conducive to creepy, Lovecraftian adventure.