I’m drifting through the arteries of a city I wanted to leave.
I’ve been yearning to for some time now, there was too much nostalgia, mixed with sour wine of bittersweet memories. Perhaps I thought when I finally am out of here, I can start a new chapter in life.
It’s more difficult to just get up and head out, to uproot and storm away into another place. I had my sights set on Austin, Texas.
I want to write more frequently, draw and paint more abundantly. Alas I have very precious little time these days, a scare commodity if ever there was one.
Imagining myself there already, where it’s warmer than here, and cheaper property, perhaps more abundant nature, friendlier people perhaps. Less chaos, less ghettolicious side of Chi to deal with. I don’t have to worry about constant potholes, shootings, and rampant unchecked corruption. It’s not like 5.0 actually protects people. They’re little more than custodial engineers who arrive after the scene.