Post Apocalyptic China Wasteland Blues

Its dead around here. Like, no sound of traffic and crows cawing dead.


This year, I have decided not to go any where over my winter break. I want to get myself to Tibet this summer, and that's already breaking the budget. So here I am, having a pretty good time working, relaxing, and scrounging for food. Today, I've worked on a short story and completed a poem that's been incubating in my head for the last month or so. Shortly, I'll go hunting for food. It'll be a little more difficult than you imagine.

The area I live in exists largely because of the university I work for. The shops, the street vendors, and more importantly, the restaurants survive off the patronage of the students. And the students are all gone home.

When that happens, its like one of those scenes in a Western when people start closing doors, shutting windows, and bringing their children inside in fear of a coming gunfight. It gets particularly fierce when spring festival itself arrives. When I was here last year I was reminded of scenes from I am Legend.

I might have to go to Walmart, buy some food, and cook it.

What is the world coming to?




10 months, 25 days, 6 hours, and 31, 30, 29, 28.... seconds until the Hobbit premiers in theaters.

5 comments:

Steven said...

Wait... there's a Wal-Mart?

Derek Wentz said...

Yep. Two of them nearby. One within walking distance, the other a fifteen minute bus ride down the street.

mark said...

are they like our walmarts, or does good ole sam try to make it an asian walmart?

Derek Wentz said...

Pretty similar to ours. The layout is a bit different, but otherwise they do the same things.

Steven said...

That's...
Just weird.

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