When I lived in the horrible apartment I would walk almost nightly down to Gasworks park, I would read there, stroll there, stare at the city there, wonder what to do there, and occasionally be elated there. I have four Polaroid's that I took there - or rather six Polaroid's - two from there, and four from my apartment that might mean more than any other photos to me, but I'll never show them. Instead I don't know where they are - hidden away somewhere while burned deep into my head.