🥵 Too Hot to Handle: Camden, NJ Edition 🌇

📓 Diary Entry — July 13, 2025

Location: Camden, NJ

Today in Camden, NJ, I didn’t put on my coat.
I know… it sounds strange coming from me. I’d grown so used to being covered—my coat, my balaclava, that shield protecting me from the cold and, in a way, from the world itself. But today, the heat forced me to shed layers. I went out in light, comfortable clothes—though still wearing long pants and socks with sandals (old habits die hard).

The heat has been brutal these days. Camden is scorched, and not just in temperature. As I walked, notebook in hand as always, I started writing outdoors… and there they were again: the Camden geese.
I don’t know why, but when they spot me, they rush over like I’m one of them… or their father. They gather around, and for a moment I feel like we belong to the same flock.

But of course, when I throw them food, the story changes. Some get aggressive, as if trust turns into a scramble for survival. It reminds me a lot of people… when need strikes, even the closest can turn on you.

Today I didn’t hide my face. Today, without a coat, without shields, I was visible. And maybe, for the first time in a long while… I felt part of the heat, the street, Camden itself.
Yet I remain TheSilentBoy, the one who observes, writes, and speaks softly… even when the sun roars over the city.

🖋️ Written by TheSilentBoy — July 13, 2025

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