the taxi stank of sour sweat, and the windows were fogged. not sure from what. the road twisted through the vibrant greens of spring. he could be taking me anywhere, i thought, he could disappear me into these mountains and no one would know. why do i always have to think these things? i breathed through my mouth and focused on the giant bamboo trees streaking by. fear of men is old and familiar; fear of nature and fear of being stranded are new, fears that i only discovered after getting out of the city for the first time in ten years. you can punch a man, scratch his eyes out, yank his balls off. you can’t punch nature or time. if they want to destroy you, there’s not much you can do to save yourself. to the back of the taxi driver’s head, i prayed deliriously: attack me if you shall, just don’t drop me off and leave me in the middle of nowhere.
There once lay a city of gold on the valley of riches and bones. It’s called that way because for thousands of years civilizations have risen and died at the bottom of the valley, hoping to one day trek up the walls and reach the gold said to make those who wore it gods.
the taxi stank of sour sweat, and the windows were fogged. not sure from what. the road twisted through the vibrant greens of spring. he could be taking me anywhere, i thought, he could disappear me into these mountains and no one would know. why do i always have to think these things? i breathed through my mouth and focused on the giant bamboo trees streaking by. fear of men is old and familiar; fear of nature and fear of being stranded are new, fears that i only discovered after getting out of the city for the first time in ten years. you can punch a man, scratch his eyes out, yank his balls off. you can’t punch nature or time. if they want to destroy you, there’s not much you can do to save yourself. to the back of the taxi driver’s head, i prayed deliriously: attack me if you shall, just don’t drop me off and leave me in the middle of nowhere.
Now, I’m in the valley under the cold shadow of the mountains, I can’t see the tops anymore through the mist and I miss the sky.
There once lay a city of gold on the valley of riches and bones. It’s called that way because for thousands of years civilizations have risen and died at the bottom of the valley, hoping to one day trek up the walls and reach the gold said to make those who wore it gods.