A "right now" post about my day and "The forest" a ambitious housing project in "Shelter" that went wrong.

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Τo beat my procrastination issue, I decided to make and "right now" post. So today, I was working in an area called "Karea". There are a lot of public housing there. And these have extra challenges in our work. Usually we are assign a street or more and several numbers in each street and for each address we have one or more meters. For these complexes we are looking around a building and they have two or more streets in their address. It’s more confusing this way, it needs more concentration to locate the meters. Today I also had to ask from a lot of people to move their cars because they had them parked on top of the shafts. I had to enter people yards, climb stairs. It was like a special mission. At least this is how I like to see it. One of my rewards was the view. I have photos to share but it's nothing like in real life.

After finishing my work, I sat in a nice spot, the residents had create. And there I decided to challenge myself and make a recording. I am shy and afraid that someone would mock me for what I was doing. But I felt great for that effort. I have recordings from outside and I tell you, it's not easy! When someone shows up when I am recording I feel like a crazy person talking to a phone. But maybe that's just a fear of mine and the stranger that “caught me” today didn’t find that strange what I was doing.

Going all over the city has helped me a lot in writing. This neighborhood today for example has similarities with a housing complex in my story. The character I speak about lately, lives there. In my fiction city, they call this neighborhood "the forest". An ambitious project that fell through. The buildings never became the luxurious residences the manufacturer had in mind when design them. A lot of them are about to collapse and those who are occupied are pennyworth. What the place I visited today and “the forest” have in common, is the view. That project was supposed to be the balcony of the city. A wide, painted by the colors of the sunset, stone balcony, overlooking the ocean. And the apartments were built to fit in the rocky scenery. The one that my character lives is an exception and closer to the real ones I was around today. His, is kind of a leftover space between two floors, a room behind stairs, small and dark. And his place is the symbol for the manufacturer’s broken dream. Because when visions of greatness collapse, they are shrunk into a tiny black dot that sweeps everything around it. A dark silent nightmare.