optimist_memorial_park raze someone, some person, some woman or man or metronome with shoulder-length hair was lying on their back in the grass with a bunched up shirt for a pillow, white like the one they were wearing, white like what they say you see when you don't quite die but you almost do, and i couldn't tell if they were dead or drunk or just trying to grab a few minutes of sleep with the sun beating down on their face, but they seemed to be at peace with whatever decision they'd made. 240601 what's it to you? who go blather from