The End of the World As We Know It.
I didn’t sleep last night, knowing that an escape was around
the corner. Today flew past and before you knew it, I was in the back of a Benz
van headed to Pudong. The trip through the French Concession revealed this wasn’t
an original idea: on every street were people hastily organizing children,
pulling scarves tight against throats, massaging luggage into tiny car boots and
generally counting down the seconds until the wheels left the ground, and the
relief set it: heading home, away from this madness. It felt like an exodus. In face, it felt a little like the end of the world: people fleeing the cities for the mountains, tense and nervous.
Well, the prediction was that the world would end today. But you know what? Stipe was right.
I feel fine.