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~ew just passed me with nothing but a grim expression on their face. No drink or snack in their hands. Entering this place myself and I quickly notice the cold air making my body shiver. There are... leftovers from someone having declared this pub their second home which have been on the floor and tables for weeks, radiating a disgusting smell that forces me to cover half of my face. One patron, unaware of the vomit, has finished a poem, whereas another... huh, that's a wolf.
No ~bartender in sight. The bar itself appears to haven't been stocked in quite some time. A bottle of rum catches my eye and I want to take it. Guilt overcomes me and I search for the cash register to put some money in it, only to realize the part in which the money gets stored missing. I leave a note telling ~bartender to put the bottle on my tab.
Taking a sip – oh dear, how much the taste of alcohol disgusts me – and looking around again, it began to click in my mind. I only grabbed this bottle because Midnight now resembles my old home. The people that kept our community together either had died or moved to another place, only leaving the... rather dubious, the addicted and caricatures of a typical suburbian lifestyle behind. Buildings were divided between "catalogue homes" and "lost places" that have begun to fall apart. No one talks to each other anymore, rather everyone talks ABOUT each other – and not in the kindest way. The growing alienation forced me to move to a different place, only to witness the same thing playing out again.
I should be fortunate to live close to the woods and thus still have a place to escape to when this depressing "everyday life" near and in the various concrete jungles is taking a toll on my health. But... even those – the few areas untouched by modern human activity – are becoming more difficult to appreciate, now that tourists are discovering them with their bikes and speakers blasting the current music charts and news on max volume. My friend, who is just as jaded of "modern life", is sharing my growing frustrations, albeit more quietly.
...
I should leave before the alcohol gets the better of me.
everyone's
experience is
different
of course
but i haven't
felt like people
just talk about
each other here
most posts
i try to have
a good convo
when i can
and for the most
i usually do
and when others
respond to me
i try to respond
to each in kind
honestly
i've never encountered
any patron
in the pub
being anything but
kind and supportive
maybe it's just me
/shrugs
In the context of the purchasing/tipping currency arguably being words, I'm not sure patrons who show up but every few months should be surprised to find the place in shambles for insufficient revenue.