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To Paris
I had a fun day today. I’m reading tons of stuff online these days since I have time. Most of it is inane chatter, of course. Like this one, below, which, I have to put here because… anyone who lives in Bangkok or has spent time there can totally visualize, I’m sure, the scene here. The BTS is the name of the train station system, like ‘the Underground’ is in London or ‘The Subway’ in NYC. I find it so, so interesting to be able to relate to this person and their sudden awareness of the bizarre nature of their I-just-met-you companion. There are so, so many oddball people out there, it’s a magical thing when you find someone you can actually. Really. Just. Talk to.
HT V & W. Thanks for conversations today! And to B. Good games of chess, there. Man.
The Bangkok nostalgia clip is here…
Putting the ‘miser’ in miserable
“I met a guy on a dating app who seemed quite normal so I decided to go on a date with him. While the date itself was mediocre and we clearly didn’t have much in common, his true colors started to show when he walked me to the BTS station. He was stopped by the security guard when going through the turnstile as his card had insufficient funds. Instead of adding funds like any normal person, however, he decided to get upset and argue with the security guard. He even started to raise his voice, immediately earning him a ticket. I ended up just walking away so he could figure it out. Needless to say, he clearly had anger issues and couldn’t see that he was at fault for not having enough money on his card… he asked for a second date and like that BTS card reader, I rejected him.”
— Kelly, 25
Wow. Does this happen, I wonder, in places like.. oh I don’t know. Paris?
End of the Rainbow (2020)
My first book, The Elopement, was about running off to Ireland to get married. Kind of. I didn’t mean to run off, and I didn’t mean to get married. Lots of things happen in the course of, well, youth. Next year marks the 20-year anniversary of the events in that book’s main story, and I wanted to write a follow-up one. Its working title is End of the Rainbow.
Order End of the Rainbow
Breakfast in Cambodia (2016)
Breakfast in Cambodia is a true story of disconnecting from life in a rich, Western country for one year on ‘the road’ in south and southeast Asia. Of landing in Phnom Penh, and reinventing a sense of self. What solitude, time, distance and quiet space can teach us about our innermost selves is the heart of this story, to me. I really think this next thing. I believe this. That in our modern world, the village is one to which we all belong—as humanity. There is a quiet, strong, ancient village that dates back centuries. It’s ours. It’s beautiful. And it belongs to all of us.