* He still didn't know where they came from. The malls of ruined statues. The glistening hyper-spun glue that coated every surface. The half formed voices snapping in the unquiet wind. All was at discord and all was at peace. The stabs of pain were a reminder of mortality. The workers watched him as he passed; always at roughly the same time, 4 am. It had been the same in Sydney. Restless in Seattle was the only title that came to mind, trite, as he walked restless, gassap gassai, through this astonishing, 24-hour place, the fleets of neon pink and blue taxis passing beneath the overpass, the soaring high rise condos, the Ascot, The Sathon, Welcome To The Future, Ambience Arriving Soon declare the signs, Starting 3.5 MB, Mingle, Where You Live Says Who You Are, The Riverside, A New Kind Of Luxury, soar above them all they imply, away from the traditional streets, the crowded rooms, the Thais uncomfortable if they're alone, four to a room, a way of life at odds with the soaring skyscrapers and office blocks towering over the slums, or traditional neighbourhoods, however you wanted to describe them, coffee 12 baht, 30 cents, an aching heart, a handsome face, the young spilling out of some dance club, falang, falang, foreigner, foreigner, you want take care? They jostled each other, as if it was their duty in life to provide sexual services to every tourist. The girls demurred. They liked the young men they were with far too much to bother earning tips from some ugly old European. The boys told him they would be working at the X-Size bar the following evening. He laughed and kept on walking. The streets were so welcoming. The fabric of things embraced him. These were things he could never have made up.
Cry Me A River Lisped The Dribbling Hysteric
Cry Me A River Lisped The Dribbling Hysteric
Cry Me A River Lisped The Dribbling Hysteric
* He still didn't know where they came from. The malls of ruined statues. The glistening hyper-spun glue that coated every surface. The half formed voices snapping in the unquiet wind. All was at discord and all was at peace. The stabs of pain were a reminder of mortality. The workers watched him as he passed; always at roughly the same time, 4 am. It had been the same in Sydney. Restless in Seattle was the only title that came to mind, trite, as he walked restless, gassap gassai, through this astonishing, 24-hour place, the fleets of neon pink and blue taxis passing beneath the overpass, the soaring high rise condos, the Ascot, The Sathon, Welcome To The Future, Ambience Arriving Soon declare the signs, Starting 3.5 MB, Mingle, Where You Live Says Who You Are, The Riverside, A New Kind Of Luxury, soar above them all they imply, away from the traditional streets, the crowded rooms, the Thais uncomfortable if they're alone, four to a room, a way of life at odds with the soaring skyscrapers and office blocks towering over the slums, or traditional neighbourhoods, however you wanted to describe them, coffee 12 baht, 30 cents, an aching heart, a handsome face, the young spilling out of some dance club, falang, falang, foreigner, foreigner, you want take care? They jostled each other, as if it was their duty in life to provide sexual services to every tourist. The girls demurred. They liked the young men they were with far too much to bother earning tips from some ugly old European. The boys told him they would be working at the X-Size bar the following evening. He laughed and kept on walking. The streets were so welcoming. The fabric of things embraced him. These were things he could never have made up.