{"id":1087,"date":"2016-01-01T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2016-01-01T12:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2016\/01\/01\/y2k16"},"modified":"2021-09-21T05:49:41","modified_gmt":"2021-09-21T12:49:41","slug":"y2k16","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=1087","title":{"rendered":"Y2K16"},"content":{"rendered":"
4:47 a.m.<\/h5>\n
6 degrees Fahrenheit.<\/h5>\n
January the first, two thousand and sixteen.<\/h5>\n
No food, no water. The faintest of orange starts to glow on the horizon. He straps on the mask and walks out into the salt flats.<\/h5>\n
“Kiss my fat ass 2015”.<\/i><\/h5>\n
<\/a><\/h5>\n
The last week of 2015 was just as horrible the rest of the year. Detained and questioned like a criminal at the border, his meager possessions stripped from him.<\/h5>\n
His last resolve was to seek refuge in this country, and that hope was torn to shreds by the sins of his past.<\/h5>\n
He is banished to walk into the New Year alone, cold and hungry. As the sun rises, he see a mirage.<\/h5>\n
A Tree of Life.<\/h5>\n
<\/a><\/h5>\n
Climbing into one of the broken ovum’s, he slowly emerges after a spell. A butterfly with new purpose for wings. He won’t let the fuckery of the past diminish the future before him.<\/h5>\n\n\n
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