Nothing noteworthy here, I'm afraid. I've returned to childhood days,
Looking at the gloomy sky and wondering whether it will rain.
Gigantic firs complete the gloom. This place, now overpriced
And crowded, still stirs thoughts of suicide, which simmer
Underneath the righteous will to be both good and wealthy
Animating tech tycoons, baristas, nurses, fishermen. This town
Always has tried too hard, an unknown exile hereby notes
Ahead of his departure for his less depressing home.