Old lines
I went for a walk in Shotover.
I remembered all the old mountainboarding tracks I used to ride.
I wonder when the last time someone rode here was. I wonder who it was.
I wonder if anyone will ever ride here again.
I went for a walk in Shotover.
I remembered all the old mountainboarding tracks I used to ride.
I wonder when the last time someone rode here was. I wonder who it was.
I wonder if anyone will ever ride here again.
It sits beside the crossroads of humanity and technology, and past and future, and watches it all go by.