The Epicness of nothing.

If the rhetoric 'skate or die' had literal connotations, then I myself, would certainly be considered dead by now.

Through an injury sustained entirely due to my own lackluster ability (and partially due to the curved edge of one Southbank ledge), I have had to endure over two weeks of pain, boredom and longing.

Longing for the feeling of urethane on city streets, the feeling of freedom and pure unrestricted joy, of exploration.

I yearn for the city in it's entirety, and to be amongst it, pushing and cruising.

Here's to another three weeks of longing.