BY KIKI COQUETTE
Historic Soul
That morning I awoke in a mood. Coffee put on, a quick bath. To the closet, I needed a little extra something to get me into today. Outfit of the day dawned. Feeling Fly. Open the gates, let’s seize this day! Out the door. Down the steps. Good morning 25th street! Something felt off. This town, was looking like a ghost town. The eery quiet consumed me. My obsession about where to brunch faded. I walked alone; it felt more like floating. I absorbed every feeling. I let my mind wander back in time. The day fades to black and white. I see old fashioned cars and trolley lines. The red light district & the lifestyle of the underground, always bustling, never to be found. Train station, hotels, bath houses, & more, Historic 25th Street is never a bore.
Winston the Bun @TATTOOSBYKYLIE
Indeed times have changed,but the stories remain. Do you feel compelled to find them? Suddenly I’m home,here above the ice cream parlor. Staring at a mirror with no reflection. Boots off at my bedside. I may no longer be alive, but my spirit will live on forever.
FIND the corresponding mural by Lindsay Huss on Washington Blvd across from Peery’s Egyptian Theater
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