CW: prose, climbing to the top of a thing in the middle of the night and peeing
Apropos of nothing, I have suddenly remembered that time I walked up to the top of the fire watch tower in the woods in the middle of the night, peed off of it in a gesture against an absurd and meaningless reality, then wrote about it.
CW: prose, climbing to the top of a thing in the middle of the night and peeing
Looking back now I'm pretty sure there was a bit of gender dysphoria surfacing there too.