What I Dream of on Dreary Friday Mornings
I don't think I'll ever experience something again in just that way--wide-eyed, frightened, amazed. It was freeing to be so far outside of the everyday world I've gotten used to. It was a relief to be reminded that the life we live everyday isn't the only life that's availble to us, the world that we see everyday isn't the only world we'll ever see.
For me, Bangkok will always be hot air and smells of soap and durian fruit and cries of sawadii-ka! and exhaust and something else the air--sweet and chemcial--like dryer sheets.