Beijing Sucks.

Not the people but the pollution. I enjoy the foreign aspect of being here; the language skills I lack, the food, the different looking people, the huge neon signs with Chinese characters slowly illuminating, the feeling of being out of my element.

However, the oppressive pollution and smog make this experience completely jaded. I'm sure I'll remember the incessant coughing and sore throat, or my inability to see the sky. In fact the one thing I'm reminded of is that scene from "The Matrix" where Morpheus says something akin to "We scorched and burned the sky...".

It feels like that here. Scorched. Burned. Unhealthy.