withersome

What is it about this country that has such a unique ability to make me feel trapped, to make me feel like if i don't get out of this place my soul will just wither up and DIE. It's a withersome country that undervalues the imagination, eats away at it so that you start doubting it matters. Good for you if you're into finance, food and shopping. Good luck if you're an artist of any sort, a scientist, anyone whose work depends on the mind, on creativity, on difference and invention.
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Also, people here don't read.
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i miss Germany, and Europe. People read there.

In other news : it's actually oddly reassuring (while at the same time also somewhat depressing) to know that i'm (still) feeling this way about this place now, when things in my life are more on an even keel than they were last year. So it IS this place, after all, and not just my subjective state of mind.
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