Leave Something for the Archaeologists
Helwan
2004-01-18
11:26 am
...It's a Twenty-Four Hour Fight...
Well, I'm still here. The day I leave seems so far away. Made further still by all I have to do, and all I left behind to come back to this stinking sewer of a city... ("o, wow, thought I'd be outta here by now...")
And this hellhole of a habitation really does seem determined to break me, doesn't it? - When they blew up a third of the island, well hell, I was still optimistic. When the togetherness and the little posters of singed hearts made me want to vomit in the subways (not that anyone would notice...) I thought, well hell, it would be an adventure.
When all I could find was a job roughly equivalent in desirability to elephant cage cleaner at the circus, and I went home to my bug infested basement (and they come in waves of legions all at once too...), and I froze my ass off for 6 months of the year, I thought, well hell, it was only temporary, I'll have a little fun when I can find it.
When the basement flooded, and the waterfall of tea rained down upon my kitchen, and the torrential downpours of ice cold water rained down upon me everyday on my way home, I laughed and thought, well hell, what doesn't kill me makes me stronger.
But when I drag my tired and disillusioned posterior back up to this sun-rotted-garbage-open-cesspool-bloated-corpse-black-snow-hair-highlighting-latte-drinking-spoiled-festering-repulsive-whiny-voiced-shitfest of a city, after a 2 day train ride, and depressed at leaving the only place I will ever be happy residing in, and I come back to NO HEAT in my crappy basement, below zero temperatures, and THEN, frozen and burst pipes - ANOTHER FLOOD - this time covering HALF of my apartment, no job, a call for jury duty, a new rash of violent crimes where I live, and to really gild the lily, I CAN'T LEAVE until I get this monumental thesis MONSTER off my back (which feels pretty much like sinking in quicksand on a deserted island while the local fauna stare at you with big round nocturnal primate eyes... and you reach that moment when you KNOW you're going to die...) And so, I think to myself, well hell...
No that's it, just hell.
Alright, if you insist - At least I'm not dead yet.
