Archive for February, 2008
Alone Together
Anyone who has been to the wall or talked to someone who has been knows it’s more than just walking.
Self-exploitation
Call me naïve, but forced depression just rubs me the wrong way. As does exploitation.
Reconciled
Waiting for my food, I watched the amulet seller outside the window. He hit up Thai and farang with indiscriminate futility. Eventually, a waiter took him out a meal. I was surprised to find myself thinking of his work as his career, his pop-up table as his desk, his guidebook-recommended restaurant at his back as his regular lunch break.
The Glass Elevator
Most people seemed aware of their ocular defenselessness. Until they stepped into the glass elevator.
Half-baked Metaphors
Thus continues a series of notes about my recent travels. I didn’t post them earlier because they were mostly written as notes or based on notes scribbled in free moments in cafés, restaurants, train stations and buses. I have tried to modify them only enough to make sense of them, not to make them read-worthy. [...]
