Aries: The bathroom at a public pool. The concrete floor is painful to walk on. The smell isn’t bad, just impossible to place. Everything echoes.
Taurus: The streets outside your house at middling night. The foliage seems denser than you remember it, except around the streetlights.
Gemini: The local park in the very very early morning. You lay with one elbow propped up on a bench as you watch the sprinklers slowly douse the grass. You almost didn’t notice you were about to get sprayed.
Cancer: The nice part of town. There are a lot of churches here. Its really just churches with breaks between them.
Leo: Near midnight, after a concert. You drip with sweat and smoke and booze. The cold wind is refreshing, as is the sudden aroma from the taco truck pulled up at the curb. For some reason you don’t trust it.
Virgo: The huge mall built during the height of the bubble. Nobody goes to the mall anymore. Nobody.
Libra: The lot down the street where maybe six or seven different restaurants have been. They just cant seem to stay open at that address. You didn’t eat at any of them.
Scorpio: A trolley stop. Your city doesn’t have trolleys. There was a whole plan to install them that never went through.
Ophiuchus: The local grocery store, specifically the little covered entryway. You see a little half-burned wax candle sitting in the direct center.
Sagittarius: A building that says it’s some sort of museum but is far far too small to be a museum.
Capricorn: The little neighborhood where all the old people live. It feels weirdly separate from the rest of the community. Sometimes its noticeably muggier.
Aquarius: A tiny mom-and-pop burger parlor that despite all laws of taste, decency, and man, will not die.
Pisces: The liquor store by the middle school.
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