Not quite sure how to feel. Brain's too full of swirling Chinese characters bumping into each other in a random fashion, Brownian motion of certain tardiness. Then settling down to a line, a sentence that makes no sense. A silent grip of sudden anxiety, yet with a tinge of nonchalance...the prospect of failure.
I make no sense. It was simply an impulse to throw out English words I wish I had better control of.
Leaving two days after the last paper. Perhaps a quick exit will make separation more bearable. I'll miss Beijing, I think I will...but sometimes the frustration at the cloying slowness and missing (restricted) bits and pieces of the internet can be rather overwhelming.
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