this morning #1367.

this morning, the future was quite uncertain but the present was set in stone. the past had, in fact, become a gelatinous mass, molded to suit whomever i was presenting it to. it was fine. all good. nobody tells the truth any more anyhow. the past is basically just a mess of stories we tell ourselves about how life might have happened. today there was no looking back. i was just trying to tie up some loose ends before i left. that was the focus. no need for me to overthink things. no regrets. bid farewell to my landlord. swing by jenny’s place. have one last pint with murphy. wish godspeed to as many friends as i can and then jump in my car & kiss this tainted city goodbye.