upon one's escape from dailylife

the goblin sits in the bistro again, readying his brain for "take off", relating, "...ah, just one more gush of imagination and I will be out of here in my own world once more...", though meanwhile he just looks at the group of middle aged men chatting and drinking away next to him, dismissing them as somewhat old school,  "...ah now, there but for the grace of forumland goes me then..." as he types into the slot observing them still, while the white wine remains ever their preferred medium of escape there, to which the goblin added "...their choice I know, and perhaps it's the same escape that we all seek now, our escape from this dailylife here, though tomorrow they'll just be back in the bistro once more, while I'll be editing this portrayal of them I guess, being of their drowning in their drinks only to be flung back onto some shore of sobriety afterwards, and all in some senseless repetition, at the same altar again, the same ritual, and with exactly the same results too...", not that this shore of sobriety was very forgiving neither, for what did this dailylife ever promise one here, "...indeed, for what does this dailylife ever owe one anyway bar the exit from it..." asked the goblin to himself as he too then escaped away onto forumland in his turn