I need to get out of this place.
I need to no longer live in a city where the streets are paved with memories and loss and grief, so much grief, and people that I can no longer touch or reach or be with.
The very stones, the pillars, the buildings, bridges, and grass in every park and every glass of wine in every restaurant utterly destroy me with their presence.
I can’t breathe anymore. I can’t open my eyes. I can’t listen to anything but the endless racket of rattling ghosts.
I am haunted by this town. And I simply cannot take it anymore.