Rexxisms

The Soul Ease of Nowhere-ness

I fled. I fled my horrid roommates that I pray are not somehow my karmic lesson. I packed my backpack like an adolescent running away from home. I hopped in a cab having no real ideas. I was at least going to the center… to a hostel… to escape… to get some space. When I glance up at a building my eyes water just from having witnessed the quantity of smog that is clinging to the side of the it. Everything feels grey and communist and tastes like the green loogies that I’ve been coughing up for weeks. Read more…