Goodbye From Soybean Island: Dry Cleaner Park

Tra-la-la.

My oversight has been lessened as has my workload as Director of Directions for the City of Cornana. Honestly, I was never given a workload. My "job", my "position" is but a fabrication on the part of The Apparatus and my only "job" "is" to keep track of the rebellious Anti-Snailians.

But perhaps I have already said as much in a previous post?

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Yes.

So, with my newfound modicum of freedom (which isn't free), I have renewed my old habit of visiting parks. (All the while exposing the injustice and upsidedownassbackwardshadowplay of this corporate-controlled authoritarian isle.) And in Cornana there is a park I have not been to before:

Dry Cleaner Park!

I confess I do not know why it is called Dry Cleaner Park. There is no history on this island—No History Allowed!—so I can not discover the park's source name. I do not see a dry cleaner around and can only assume that "dry cleaner" is also a local idiom or euphemism, no doubt to explain something adroitly insidious.

Such as this:

Perhaps these tubes—passed off as "artwork" "!"—are "dry cleaning" ducts used to "dry clean" the many bones of goats or even the Ancient Eye-Nye-Habs! One never knows. Seriously, on Soybean Island, one indeed never knows.

Ah! The above is some stenciled fossil account of either a soybean or cornstalk or rutabaga sapling, well, not sapling but you get the poetic license-like idea. I do not know if it has been put there by the Local Betterment Council, or by the Anti-Snailians as a warning or if it was simply by natural chance in an unnatural place. As Director of Directions, I am sometimes contacted by the Local Betterment Council whose job seems not about Betterment but about keeping tabs on Trustees like me.

Ahem.

Back to Dry Cleaner Park:

I apologize for the jumble. But what I do want to say, and to know: Just what goes on behind those fir trees?!!! "!".

But, being what this place is, examples of good drainage are on display in Dry Cleaner Park":