Belgian Gothic
* You walk through cobblestone streets. Every street is a cobblestone street. There are roadworks. They change nothing, and the traffic diversion doesn’t go anywhere.
* A tourist asks for a good place to eat. They have asked you twice already, and you have answered twice. There has never been a tourist.
* A foreigner makes a joke about waffles. You smile, straining through the pain as you swallow another waffle.
* You do not remember the last time you saw the sun. You do not remember the last time the sky was any colour other than white, or darker white. It is probably raining.
* You cut yourself yesterday. You think you bled chocolate. You can no longer tell the difference and open a chocolate shop.
* You can no longer remember when you had a meal that wasn’t fries.
* You have been speaking four languages for three days. You can not remember the one you were raised with.
* You lose faith in your government. There is an election. It does not matter. You have fries for dinner.
* You drink beer. Your friends drink beer. You have always drank beer. You do not know where it comes from, or why there is so many of it. You knew once, then drank to forget. This one is your favourite.
* The old woman living across the street from you has been an old woman for sixty years. She will be an old woman long after you die.
* You suspect you may never die. You suspect nobody in Belgium dies. They only grow older. You eye the gargoyles on the town hall with suspicion and have fries for dinner.
