And where do I fit in all of this?
China is a flat green nothing, spotted red with lanterns and black rivers. I have never felt less Chinese in my entire life. I miss New York. I remember what it was like to want to leave, but I don't want to stay in a place like this and I'm glad I don't have to. I just don't know where to go when I get off the plane. I am leaving and arriving at the same time of the same day - my mind can't wrap itself around that. The same kind of day in the same kind of place.
And China is a lonely place. Ah, life experience. It feels like nothing existed before this and nothing will exist when I get back. Unknown emotions pushed the freak-out button. I feel like Daffy Duck being erased by a huge pencil. Yeah. A big pink blob rubbing me away. Sun freckles and all. There's nowhere to pray or think, and I was intimidated by all the idols in the temples. I lit incense for my family, letting the smoke rise to heaven with my thoughts. I hoped the wind was blowing west, towards home. Home, and all I can think about is Chinatown, Mott street, my useless Mandarin. The Upper West Side and many familiar blocks, bodegas, synaogues, diners, the smells of home like strawberry lip gloss and briny river air.
All work and no play makes Wang Sing Lung a dull boy. When I come home, I'm going to be different. I'm going to see home from much higher up.
And China is a lonely place. Ah, life experience. It feels like nothing existed before this and nothing will exist when I get back. Unknown emotions pushed the freak-out button. I feel like Daffy Duck being erased by a huge pencil. Yeah. A big pink blob rubbing me away. Sun freckles and all. There's nowhere to pray or think, and I was intimidated by all the idols in the temples. I lit incense for my family, letting the smoke rise to heaven with my thoughts. I hoped the wind was blowing west, towards home. Home, and all I can think about is Chinatown, Mott street, my useless Mandarin. The Upper West Side and many familiar blocks, bodegas, synaogues, diners, the smells of home like strawberry lip gloss and briny river air.
All work and no play makes Wang Sing Lung a dull boy. When I come home, I'm going to be different. I'm going to see home from much higher up.