A Shanghai Minute

I picked this name because it reminds of that song "A New York Minute". I can't say that I've ever listened to it but I've heard the reference. It goes fast... Shanghai is a little different. Time is strange here. Weeks fly by but yesterday seems like a million years ago. We grow faster than perception allows me to fathom.
I wanted this blog to be a record of my life. My tongue spews such shit that gold flies out from time to time. I have seen too much in only a few weeks and it dissappears just as fast. Perhaps this will allow some of it to stay put.
Shanghai is a city twisting itself into a monster. It is being flooded with humanity and our shame is showing. It is leaking blood into the river. Yet, it is more beautiful than I can describe. Such purity has not been seen by me in the West in some time. Maybe I don't want to see it anymore... maybe I'm afraid.
This city fascinates and disgusts in equal measure, a proper home for me in a journey of self-discovery. Like all of us, I have been morphing though my experiences in love, fear, pain, and lust... and this is just a dirty little yarn for ye'all.