Premature and Delayed Entry: Back to Alberta

(Feb.05)
I got back yesterday. Earlier than expected. Financial burdens, you see. In Taiwan, I just didn’t want to work as much as I needed to, I said, “no, I think I can make it without that shit”—I was wrong. I flew into Alberta from the Rockies and the ground had hundreds of skewed polygons. The acres hectares hectares acres of albedo effected farmland were minimally populated by trees and shrubs, archaic hints, slivers of bush, representing a time when trees and wildness covered the prairies like snow. It’s ugly though, seeing each plot of land so thoroughly wasted by wheat dreams in the firm sterility of winter. I lament: “Oh progress you wicked beast”---HA! I think that’s where I was going… So yeah, I am back, ready to fucking kill and plunder in the name of success. I stepped outside the EDM INT Airport doors hoping to get felled by of a severe drop of cold air outside, I was a little disappointed, it was a blistering +6*C outside, I was hoping for a real jolt to my travel weary body, you know, maybe a good old Alberta - 25*C. But nope, not on this day. Instead I had a big black Chevy Truck complete with window tinting and Calvinpissford stickers blasting Metallica’s “Black Album” through the small 2 inch space of his partially-rolled down window. God! I really am back! I made a promise to kiss the ground if ‘Jesus the light’ could get me home safe, I broke my promise. But today, I will, I promise, I promise.