Lost Kiss

In my childhood town, throwing shoes on wires was a way to mark the end of school. Sometimes it was done to tease someone, other times just for fun.

But how else to remember the most beautiful night in May, when everything smells of lilacs, you're fifteen, and have to go home because there's nowhere else to go.

As important as tossing sneakers was throwing an old TV down the elevator shaft of a construction.

The allure of high buildings, as well as old water towers and factory areas, was irresistible.
But what's the point of just climbing up?

To remember the sound of February ice cracking under a frozen bicycle, when we go home. All together, staying overnight at each other's place. Maybe..

Later the "sunshines" on the road.
Later, because you need at least some kind of car. Then you spin the car and draw black circles on the asphalt with the tires. The police love it!

Does someone need to scratch their own version of Donald Duck on a cave wall?
Or write on a wall, "Don't forget me ever".

Once I wrote the word "Eternity" on my hand, thinking it was stylish. Good thing it was just a marker.

Someone might knit a three-meter-long colorful "sausage" to put on a lamppost.

Once, I stuck my tongue to such a post in winter. I wanted to leave something lasting.

Other times I tried to break my school's window at night. The glass held up., But a man walking his doberman at the stadium nearly caught me. He didn't understand that I just wanted to leave my mark.

One unbroken window, third floor, right side. Russian language and literature.

People like it when they understand a joke. Sometimes touches to the city are misunderstood. I mean well, but it's seen differently.

It ends up like a kiss meant for the lips in the dark, gets lost and accidentally finds the nose.

Don't be offended by such a kiss, just like with old Converse on wires. It's meant to cheer you up. Only it was just dark and I miscalculated when leaning in.

The goal was to touch and be closer.
And definitely to remember.