I got one of my older stories published today in TwoFourth, which I am led to believe is run by a poetry collective.
Thanks, guys.
Sunday, October 10
Friday, October 1
Fake Smiles, Fake City
We might look happy here, but we're really, really stressed out by this point. This is actually the high point of our Shenzen trip. It's a city of fakes that takes pride in it being one big fake. I couldn't stop laughing at the irony.
I also figured out that if the tour bus left me behind, there was nothing to say that I wasn't from the area, except that I couldn't understand a single word in Mandarin. I guess I look too much like the natives.
I'm not going back to Shenzen, unless they pay me a LOT of money.
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