Log Book: Atlantic City - September 23, 2003
During the night we managed to get twisted by the wind 180 degrees but the lines weren't entangled. Had some angels played with the tows? strange, strange...The wind was to rough again, the sea had built up to 9 feet, no good forecast. We used the chance to check out downtown. A crazy bus ride with a sarcastic flamingly speed driver took us to the catwalk.
A lot of almost sad kaleidoscope of people and stores awaited us. We speed up and down, just looking and not really doing anything. Half of the people I saw had this sad disappointed look in their faces: Is there any sense of living? ...They seem to ask walking around with glassy eyes consumed by the atmosphere or this gambling and money focused city.
We chose the same space for the night, first fighting through loads of birdcrap on the docks, again on the hook but still lifebait. The next day we have to get up early.
Did we already got too far away from society? Or did i forget what society is like?
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