The grinning, plantation – fed face of the colonel greets me as I step off the plane in Shenzhen, harbinger of all things capitalism.
US 1950s: (fuck democracy … a refrigerator and a washing machine is all we want.)
Empty everything on the taxi ride to my friend’s place. Cranes stretched over the landscape, ripping new skylines over what used to be ocean.
Part of me sees me witnessing the end. Part of me sees me reaching for a new way. Part of me feels like both are gone.