LAX

Even as I was landing back in the states I could feel my body rejecting it. After going through customs and being shot out the other side into a sea of Chinese people I went into the bathroom and locked myself in a stall. The beach, bicycles, composting toilets, the SKY... all turned to concrete and consumers. I gave myself a silent pep talk about being an intrepid traveller and adapting, and exited my stall.
That was my return to America.
One day you come home to your man, bloated pig that he's become, sitting on the couch. He's talking over everyone else about how important he is, how strong, how smart. How he needs to start enforcing his lifestyle on the neighbors because after all, is he not the greatest man alive? Possibly the greatest to ever live? He says this atop a pile of plastic two liter coke bottles and a pool of oil soaking the carpet. You stare back wondering how you could have possibly thought this was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. True, anything you ever wanted would be within a moments grasp and the moment you didn't want it it would simply disappear into some magical abyss. But...that isn't really a blessing is it? Even if it was, is that really a reason to stay with someone? No. So you do what all once in love couples do upon parting, remember the good times, see each other for what you once were. How do you do this? Amazing goodbye sex of course.
That will be what I'm doing this year....
So get ready America, we're going to have amazing goodbye sex.