finally made it back to Bangkok from Koh Pahgan. Soi 8 in Sukhumvit almost feels a little bit like home. We check into the ol' Stable Lodge after a 15 hour trek across Thailand. 3 hours on the ferry, 8 hours on a bus, it was a decent bus this time thank god. Guess you can only hope for the best, for you have no control. Couldn't sleep again, milled around the room till 4 in the morning, something about this city makes me unable to sleep.
The time alloted to you to think while traveling is almost scary. What else do you do on a 8 hour bus ride or a 20 hour plane ride? After the Ambien is gone, the Ipod has died, and you can recite the lines from every movie you have. You have even resorted to playing Mash, I Spy, and 21(which was actually a new one for me).
I couldn't help but think how small and meager our existence's are on this planet. Something about transferring from hotel to hotel, from bus to train, from train to ferry, from ferry to car, from car to airplane. Something about the millions of people you sit next to, to the thousands of places you stand, to all the ticket stubs, to the cheap cart food you buy... something about the whole entire process just makes you feel very. small. All the effort it can take you, a small person, with millions of other small people to get from a simple point A, to a simple point B makes you feel like your drowning in a pool of water.
To Move around a dozen times, pack, unpack, and repack in 2 days at a time. To open a new hotel room, the sheets are clean, the towels are folded waiting, small servings of shampoo and soap set aside, little keys and room cards. With no remnants of a previous party. A previous soul. Then as your give up your key and your towels they are discarded and stripped, everything is refolded, re pressed, re done.
Your existence was nothing.
You take only your experiences with you.
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