The Flooded West
We walked.
Rain came down on both of us in a steady continuous sheet, soaking through my jacket within the first minute and not letting up after that.
My shoes were wet. My hair was wet. The collar of my shirt was wet in the way where it stuck flat against the back of my neck and stayed there. Everything is FUCKING WET!!!!
And somehow— weirdly, inexplicable— it was calming…. A plubopile something… I think I have that… yea…
I looked at Jisoo, she looked back.
I sighed and kept walking.
The western city looked like the rest of it at first— overgrown, cracked, the usual combination of nature reclaiming what people had abandoned.
Vines climbed the building faces the same way they had in the north, threading through empty window frames, pulling at cornices — (an ornamental molding around the wall of a room just below the ceiling…hardtoexplain.)
The rain turned everything into a deeper version of its own color, dark then darker… yea.
