Friday, July 13, 2012

Walking on a Street in a Chinese City

Cheap prefabricated slabs crumble under the feet of thousands as they wander slowly through the city. The sun hangs overhead, the concrete radiating waves of  heat preventing any extra exertion such as rushing to work but for some reason not the drunk like pushing everywhere. The women hold frilly umbrellas in attempt to prevent a tan, I myself have become quite tan in China without ever being in the direct sun for more than five minutes.

Shops are tucked under attempts of modern buildings which have only achieved bland hard cubes of living space. The men and children stare while all the women look away. Shop keepers and vendors yell at anyone whose eye lingers on their products for more than a second in attempts to draw them in. I stumble along with a river of people down the sidewalk, passing the ugliest dogs, and the aches of a country between a time of intense poverty and a plastic consumer dream.

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