Coney Island

Freddy Zalta
3 min readDec 28, 2021

A stroll along the boardwalk, a glimpse out towards the sea, aromas blowing in from the beach, stirs memories so close, yet just out of reach.

Walking in character, playing the role A psychological mess looking to become part of the side show.

I sit down on an empty bench and I close my eyes. I wake up to another time, in the same place. My clothing has been changed and the bench I was sitting on is harder than it…