Beijing Re-beginnings

The hazy sun blazes feebly, reaching through layers upon layers of ozone, atmosphere, dust, dirt, and grime. I feel sorry for it as it tries so hard to stretch through, but am at a loss as to how to part the almost tangible pollution that blankets Beijing. Stepping off the plane, the stale air that has fermented under the smog blanket rushes into my lungs, coloring the mild walls of each lung cell.

At some points you feel that something has already happened, that a part of your life is in repeat. Faces may differ and scenery may change, but the déjà vu of it is real, because I have in fact déjà vu this place. The few days of clarity and blue sky are very symbolic of life for me here, those few times when a flood of realization streams through.

The trees are mostly green still, though they too, are layered with dust and dirt. I wonder how many people try to clean off a leaf to see what is really happening underneath the grime, to see the reality that surrounds us. Rather than a surreal environment, I believe it is more of sub-real existence.