Kemerli Beach: Where Numbers ghost you and Coffee’s a Risk
i woke up to a temp of 6.72 which is like if your soul had a fever but still managed to wear a raincoat. it’s cold, but not in a nice way. more like the kind of cold that makes you question if your soul is even warm enough to survive. the wind here howls like it’s trying to tell you a story but it’s just static. i checked the weather again and it’s 6.72 there right now. hope you like that kind of thing.
the neighbors are a different story. picture this: a guy in a baseball cap yelling about his toaster at 3am. another neighbor, who seems to own a pet raccoon based on the trash cans, is always outside dancing to some esoteric polka. i’m not sure if they’re performing or just trying to summon something. but hey, if you get bored, kemerli are just a short drive away. or maybe not. i heard that the roads here disappear at night. or maybe that’s just the kind of person who told me that.
someone told me that the local coffee shop serves espresso that’s basically liquid regret. i don’t know if that’s true or if they’re just drunk, but i saw a guy with a black eye ordering a double shot. i’m 80% sure he was paid to look like that. the reviews say it’s ‘authentic’ but i heard from a drunk bartender that the owner is actually a former astronaut. i don’t know. maybe. the point is, their lattes are complicated.
i found this poster with the numbers 299137 and 1792346729 stuck to a lamppost. could be a bus route. could be a bad omen. could be a tax id for a ghost. i asked a local and they just laughed and said ‘numbers don’t matter here, kid.’ so now i’m stuck thinking about math in a place where optimized routes are a myth.
i took a detour to a park where people play chess with giant pebbles. it’s weird. i asked why and they said it’s because regular chess is too capitalist. i don’t trust it. i also saw a street artist spray-painting a bus with giant eyes. maybe they’re watching. or maybe they’re just bad at their job.
the umbrellas here are all broken. i used one to walk to the cafe and it rained pretend sprinkles. i asked the barista if they had hot chocolate and they said ‘only if you bring your own thermos.’ which is fair. i brought a mug i found in a cabinet earlier that day. it had a crack shaped like a wink. we both laughed. or maybe it was a prank.
i heard that the gym down the street charges by the minute and the weights are from a different era. someone swore their protein powder tastes like old soup. i’m not sure if that’s a metaphor or a crime. the reviews on tripadvisor say it’s ‘a place for people who like their struggles’ but i heard that from a guy who was also running a lemonade stand powered by a potato. he was very specific about the potato.
i tried to find a map but gave up. instead, i used this
to get lost. it led me to a wall with graffiti that says ‘299137 forever’ in mismatched fonts. i asked the artist and they said it’s a password. i think. or maybe it’s just a cry for help.
here are some pictures to ruin your day:
one last thing: the humidity is 65% which is like if your shirt decided to mildly betray you. the pressure is 1025 which sounds like a stressed octopus. i don’t know if that matters. it probably doesn’t. but it’s here now. and i’m here now. and we both know this was a mistake.
if you’re reading this, either you’re a local who’s pretending to care or you found my blog because you lost your way. either way, good luck. the numbers might hunt you. or they might just be a bad Wi-Fi signal.
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