Where the Robots Live

An animated personal account of odd happenings in a city park at night

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I was in the park when I saw it. It wasn’t the biggest park I’ve ever been in, but it was decent size. I consider myself something of a connoisseur of parks. I’ve been to parks in every state across the country. I’m sure I haven’t been to every park, but I’ve been to state parks, city parks, national parks. A lot of parks. For the most part, they’re all the same in their given category. I mean, a national park isn’t much like a city park, but national parks are like other national parks and city parks, other city parks. You get the idea.

Anyway, I camp in parks. Sometimes I just camp wherever, but parks are best, I’ve found. For the most part people leave you alone and in the bigger parks you can usually find a secluded place to hunker down without being seen, at least, that is, if you don’t stay more than a night. I never do. No, me, I’m always on the move.

All that said, I had considered staying put a few times. You know how it goes. You find that perfect spot, the weather is nice, the people leave you alone. It’s like welcoming or peaceful, I don’t know. Whatever it is, I’ve been tempted. But, I learned that lesson a long time ago to keep moving and I learned it in a way I’m not forgetting. Ever.