If you’ve seen any of the ridiculous bullshit that I post on tumblr, then you may have received a hint that I live my life in a haze of nostalgic obsession. Various pieces of my childhood that I’ve fastened my brain to and would literally kill to experience again.

Last Friday, November 5th I woke up and decided to spend my day alone in Gatlinburg, TN. For the unaware (All of you) Gatlinburg a popular mini-vacation spot among rednecks and the equally useless. I don’t really fit in anymore, which is a positive I suppose.

After a four hour drive, I spent six hours wasting money on tickets to tourist traps such as the one pictured above - The World Of Illusions. This little gem has remained unchanged since my first visit there in 1990. The narrow halls are covered with framed pieces of paper with optical illusions (“Stare at these lines until they move!”) and glass windows through which you can see 30+ year old mannequins involved in illusions that were probably impressive in 1984, and not a single day after.

I wandered around this town looking for places and things to trigger some sort of memory I had not previously found hidden in my head and left after I had dinner in a ridiculous dine-in Pizza Hut that I’ve got some bizarre attachment to.

I don’t know why I typed this.