sixty: in shanghai

time is the hythm we march to. just something that popped into my head. it does sound rather silly now, all poseur and presuming.

it seemed queer this morning when i realised that i've moved two steps away from what should be the norm of my life. one step was when school was out, and the other is now, that i'm in china and have been in china for a while now, enough to begin to feel the settling in of a new routine. not that i do want to remain here, i'm excited to be getting back home soon.

i can't think of anything else to write at this moment so this is it. i do get flashes of thought which i must spell out occasionally but nothing at this moment.