Yes I'm crazy. I moved to China with nothing in my vocabulary but hello and thank you. China is definitely a country that does not need the rest of the world. But some Chinese say they want to learn English. Hence my contract. But I'm here weeks early. Hence my squatting. And my work's cut out for me, yes it is. Nobody speaks English. I am uneager to learn Chinese. Tibet bothers me. Cambodia, Laos, Myanmar, the ecological destruction bothers me. If I have a Chinese thought will it be rude and selfish?
Well, I'm rude and selfish in my own right. But no way do I rate against a middle-aged Chinese lady. Lawsy no, you must see to believe. New essay forming for blogster, we ain't gonna survive the gentrification of the middle kingdom. The biosphere is collapsing my friends and we haven't seen the half of it. The tenth of it. Beijing is four times the size of New York. And I have no right to say not every single person needs a car. Myself, I'm excited at the prospect of working mass-transit and an electric bicycle. But I live in Tianjin.
Barely the size of NYC. And so, my host informs me, 'relaxed'. There's some chance I'll get a grip. My visa's for three months, my contract for twelve, if K comes through I can stop squatting without being any more of a sponge off the folks. But I ain't bitchin. Chinese folk music in the street tonight, squalling rhythmic dissonance, I know why I'm here.
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