Jul 22, 2019
closed, @aheretic
nearly a week of festivities has worn him out in all senses. keung sets himself out, unfurling in the streets and lands barely a twenty minute walk from bryant park at the esplanade. it strikes amusement that being down steam from riker’s might have felt a dangerous place to be a couple years ago. how the scale has shifted to accommodate for the world’s larger horrors. a sigh settles across in the slouch of shoulders still adorn in a re-worn custom, newly unburdened of a large social responsibility.
he’ll go back, eventually, but for now he taps a cigarette from the crushed packet in his best pocket and watches the city lights glitter awake for the evening on the surface of the east river.
