Streetlife in Beijing

carellyn

pedaling along, a little fish in beijing’s sea of bicycles, felt more like navigating fate than roads

remembering which of those windows of the concrete behemoth was mine felt more impossible every day over 6 weeks

trapped outside in the dead of a sharp china winter at 3am, and as the night turned into morning felt more like comedy than crisis

watching those military men march down the hallway toward us in the building into which we had trespassed felt more like this might end up being an awesome story but elspeth will lose her shit if she sees them than maybe i shouldn’t trespass in highly oppressive foreign countries 

 

*** response to daily prompt intense, and perhaps the beginnings of an attempt to participate in NaBloPoMo.  “Do it!!!” says my terrible jerk of a broken leg.

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