My morning as an illustration of how one slowly descends into madness
My morning began around 5am when my brain went from 0-60 in 2.5 seconds and spent the next two hours struggling with some of the themes of the book – life, death, fate, betrayal, yadda, yadda…until I was in tears at how big and overwhelming it all seems so I got out of bed, turned on the TV, and went into the bathroom to blow my nose…where I promptly got distracted by the sight of myself in the mirror – “oh my god my hair looks fantastic!” – and stood there looking at it and blowing my nose…this song on MTV is so catchy, I thought, and spent the next couple of minutes dancing around the bedroom and singing nonsense made-up Cantonese along with a slick Chinese boyband…and when the song was over I put on some clothes, brushed my teeth, and went downstairs for breakfast, where I sat writing and drinking coffee in the empty diner-esque restaurant with piano music playing that sounded for all the world like a lost Woody Allen soundtrack and suddenly I was in dreamy metropolitan America…except for looking up and seeing two young monks in bright orange robes climbing into a tuk-tuk…and then the restaurant started to fill up with young German couples talking quietly among themselves and I remembered that I haven’t exchanged more than two words with a Westerner in over a week, and that could be the explanation for an awful lot of what had transpired over the previous couple of hours.
So. Send me emails please because that’s the only conversation I get that doesn’t involve playing charades. And don’t be surprised if by the time I come home I am unable to talk to you without pantomiming everything I say.
Tags: Chiang Mai, Thailand
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