Fear and Loathing in Dębiec by Piotr Rogoża.

Ropelike tram terminus tightens around your neck, out of depth. Constellations of glittering lights spinning in your eyes. Whatever you say will sound stupid. One step further – railway; the barrier bows to the trains. The wagons drag through your brain with a deep rumble. Now's the time to walk.

On the other side of the street, stooped down, a hood, dynamic walk, hands in pockets. The church tower sticks out like a monstrous 'fuck you'. You pass blocks of flats, the fire brigade, you walk across the lawn. The scent of wet leaves, damn slippery. The staircase welcomes you unwillingly. You know you have to rush, though you do not realize why at the time, but but an unclear premonition hints it might deal with the bladder. You climb up the stairs, wrestle with the lock. The victory comes not easily. Not taking off muddy shoes you dash into the room, open the balcony door, look upwards and downwards. Stars and pavement. You wonder where it is closer and undo your fly.

Piotr Rogoża (I translated this from Polish to English),

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