Two years. I've spent two years clearing my face of the toxicities, years abolishing the stress on my skin... and in 4 months all that work has reversed itself. The sadness that covers this face, the loathing of this place so far away from home has run its course.
I don't know what to do. I feel stupid here, where the bottom line believes in BAMN philosophy and the idea of benefiting the human race is non-existent. Where are the people who care?! The Occupy protests at Berkeley make me homesick. The now cold nights make me fear of what's to come in the dead of winter.
All I am left with is the manifestation of what I think this place represents--annoying white flecks of eczema and the pimples on the path of progress. And the creme de la creme: a 4-week old cough rearing its ugly head. 5 more weeks. I just need 5 more weeks.
P.S. I apologize for my writing style. I just watched an episode of Frasier and I just noticed that my writing reflects his bizarre and sometimes elitist speech patterns.
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