The small demon who commands me to write essays has become increasingly difficult to manage.
Therefore, it is no longer possible to type up what I write each day.
Please stay tuned in the next few weeks for at least four more essays: "Evaporative Acts", "Compassion Runs Amok", "Hunger Looks So Fun, At First" and "How to Live a Life of Vice", as well as revised versions of the essays already here.
Why am I writing all this? The little demon refuses to say why. Thank you for your patience and please stay tuned.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Tokyo gone, the glass doors open to Bangkok and I feel at once the world rush to comfort me--heavy midnight air, bottle of Tiger, bored waiter, Chinese broccoli with preserved pork, boy security--all assurances that life persists, real touch look life, persists, persisted even while I was away in Tokyo.