Friday, August 29, 2014

Notes From the Underground — 1

Dear Fellow Seekers:
I write to you at the beginning of my soul-searching journey abroad. It became clear in recent weeks that my decision to become a student of fine literary arts will require a voyage of great magnitude. This Outside Experience has led me first to Beijing. While it seems to be wildly populated, I feel very isolated and alone. Almost no one here is naked. Barbie and Tink have refused to leave the hostel since our arrival, still weary from the journey. I don't blame them. The time spent in cargo was most deplorable, hardly the place to bear the fruit of this creative process. I have submitted my comments to the human, to no avail. She is a selfish creature, and absurdly overdressed. 

I leave you with this photograph of myself and a Chinese welder. In the background you will see the Imperial Palace, and entrance to the Forbidden City. Forbidden, perhaps. But keep me out it could not.


With most grave regards,

Naked Man 

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