The big city...

The onslaught of stimuli left me fixated on the occasional beeping of a fare meter inside our taxi - i found it to be like being in a state of restrained Chinese water torture albeit ever so brief - momentary madness - isn't that a sign of artful genius?

As laid back as i may seem, i feel like i'm in 2nd to last place here in BKK - as westerner, 10 solid minutes at a red light is unacceptable, yet many thais have an unspoken way of handling this part of their reality - they manage not to think.

Easier said than done?


/wildlife encounter/
a gecko fell onto my hand riverside during lunch - ever vigilant, nonetheless, it got the best of me¤

1 comment:

Becky said...

Okay, curiosity has the better of me... what are the numbers for?