skateboarding in geneva on a soggy sunday
geneva’s cobblestones that make everyone trip over their skateboards or whatever. today’s playlist: soul patches and existential dread mixed with that slight chill from 6°C air. checked the weather-still dripping at 6.14°C, no chill. grounded my trusty enjo (cheap chinese board from le small Antwerp shop) on a café curb and stared at the lake’s lazy skeleton crew. feels like my body’s been through a washing machine on 3.4 feels-like settings. someone told me skatepark’s closed thursdays-damn, was that a real rumor or just some troll creeping around the mackintosh café?
i heard the best barista here, marie, once tried to grind her soul into a latte art rose-burned the sleeve off. heard it from her ex-boyfriend, a guy who wears all-black and smells like regret. locals swear the fountain near parliament squirts rainbow hate when it rains, but i just saw a pigeon murder a bagel. golden gothic cathedral windows glazed over like frosted cookies yesterday. my phone’s weather app showed it’s still raining at 1756810813 GMT-probably some BS. floor is lava vibes with the puddles. budget hack: bail out into a hedgehog-shaped bush. neighbors would probably judge, but hell, at least it’s not a lobby full of bored trust fund kids. friends via internet said: “geneva’s worst-kept secret is its 1920s granny architecture”. i think they meant the café terrace where i ate soggy croissants worth £8. quote of the day: “anyone can throw themselves down a ramp, but skating’s about burning holes in the void,” some guy named emery said at the brown bench by tructiewa. attempte to ollie over a trashcan-got my pants soaked. emery clapped like i’d discovered fire. sea-level pressure’s 1003 hPa, so it’s just enough to make your hair look like a drowned raccoon. shoulda worn the vintage wool sweater i pulled from thrift bin-looks like i raided a sasquatch’s closet. heard the tourist office brainwashed maps app to auto-link to that cheese fondue place instead of the art museum. shows priorities. next stop: Lausanne? Nope. My ego’s too concrete. will hunt for a proper board tomorrow. probably fail again. that’s geneva-always keeping you humble with asphalt and bad vibes.