/lit/ - Literature

i walk downtown. took me almost 3 hours to get out of bed. its a 40 minute walk. its a sunny saturday, lots of people outside, yet the only native voices i hear on the entire way is a drug addicted couple sitting in their yard yelling at their dog. its not hard to imagine how this place and the people inhabiting it will look in 20 years. the change is becoming ever more noticable. people pretend to not see it. when you say something you will be labeled a nazi. the problem with importing the third world is you not only import its people but its problems. none of the bad effect are acknowledged, its all business as usual. the natives jerking each other off over their willingness to share everything, are the first one that absolutely loose their shit when the city has to pave over the last green spots in order to provide housing and schools for the so called refugees. its madness. the green party has been ruling over this city for decades. the agendas and their outcomes seem to get more and more schizofrenic.
i arrive at my favourite starbucks to read my diary. but first i have to battle an older chinese woman for the last good seats. there are 4 empty arm chairs left, in the process of adjsuting one of them she jumps between me and the chair and grabs it. i say i need this one, she says 4 peepooh 4 peepooh, i look around, dont see her party anywhere and rip the fucking chair from her hands. they end up sitting not far from where i placed my chair, thankfully my noice-cancelling in ears make it so that i dont have to endure the shrill sounds of their chinky goblygook voices for the next 50 minutes.
i have been trying to stay off the opiates for the last 5 days, this 6th day is not making it easy so far.