My Hand-me-down Life Re-visited

For the longest time (okay almost two weeks) I could not for the life of me understand why all my thoughts were pointing in one oblivious direction (not that I immediately saw that direction).


All the imagery was somewhat tangible (when can you ever see my imagery?). I managed to turn myself into an Ostrich, a most awkward and flightless bird who somehow managed to stick its head in the sand just as a tornado swirled the tiny grains of sand around its head obstructing already poor vision. And just like in those old cartoons where the characters stuck their head in the ground in America it would pop up in China, all my thoughts pointed there too. I myself felt small and the best way to challenge my height was to place me in juxtaposition to a wall that can withstand all that nature has thrown at it.

I blame the Beatles for that post because I started seeing everything with new eyes. I’ve decided to change, I know it’s a constant progression that never stops, but I am trying to see every mistake as a new adventure waiting to lead me to new heights (maybe just maybe I’ll grow, in more ways than one. Not only did I reference the Great Wall and an even greater bird but I even managed to throw in some Terracotta Warriors (just for good measure).

But still I could not fathom my African/ Chinese obsession all of a sudden... then I realised I’d seen pictures of P!atd when they were early this month in China. (These dudes influence me too much for my own good... but I’m not gonna complain).