Finally Over It

I think I might be getting the hell outta Dodge - NYC, actually. After being fired from yet another pathetic peon job by a disgusting power mongering misogynist, I think the proverbial straw may have broken my back. I just can't take this anymore. I can't take this tiny room in which I sleep, in a place that is not my home, where nothing is mine, the incessant thrum of the Brooklyn Queens Expressway roaring outside my window day and night, the quintessence of temporal space signifying nothing. Everyone is on their way somewhere but here itself is nowhere in particular, not a real destination. My life is nowhere, not a real destination, not a point on a map. I give up trying to find meaning. City College of New York is a bureaucratic mess hamstrung by budget cuts, not even able to offer its graduate students enough classes so that they may graduate, the escalators broken for 4 months, collecting garbage. Everything seems run down and full of junk. The men are jerks. I just don't have the energy to go on.

I want to go way, if only I knew where...