the pineaway

i escaped from myself for a little while today. while packing up the bathroom, i popped outside to bin some thrashbags, and sneaked out into the street, across it, up the steep steps to the observatory park. bird-in-a-bush was in bloom on the quieter hillside, but the park itself was littered with shirtless, beer-drinking men and the sweet stench of fruit cider lingered in the air.

i will not miss this city at all. i just will not.