Run Out of Rails
Time fails to work properly out here.
It seems like months ago i went to a small stationers on a Surrey Highstreet to buy a diary. Pocket sized, its tiny strip-like pages have a space reserved for every day. So it began, writing in my destination for each day. My timetable. Beijing a wad of pages away, entries stop on November second where my smudged writing reads "Wooh! Arrived in China".
Crossing the Chinese border I stare at this page. Wait... that's today. I'm in China... today. The reassuring wad cushioning my arrival date had melted page by page the last days and weeks. All at once the past weeks had flown by like a short lifetime. Seemingly too long to have been just one month... yet when i count back the hours, the experiences, It's clear to see. It has been a month, and I'm here already.
