The environment here is just damn strange
There are different currents going many different ways
At times I’m stuck in a whirlpool of human emotions, mine and others.
Fighting strongly in the rough chop of intellectual challenge
Enjoying my work
Tiring and drowning under waves of cultural misunderstanding
Despairing the work
Buoyed and lifted by an unexpected gust of inspiration
Applauding the development world
Depressed and sucked under by carelessness and arrogance
Despising the development world
Whipped into ecstasy and elation whirling around and around
Meeting new people
Spat into a backwater, still, quiet, deep, cold and devoid of anything remotely human.