Washing down my 99% cocoa with strawberry nectar I don't need to ask if life is worth living. I'll do it if I can. Left Cambodia on indifferent terms. Maybe I'd go back but there's no more reason for that than a return to Thailand. Tianjin, on the other hand, is a Manhattan that is not yet dying occupied by people speaking the most incomprehensible of gibberishes. I get it WSB, did you? Must look him up, was he ever here? I have my linguistics thesis thanks to Poomsawan Becker and this here noise. Not that female speakers of tonal languages blow their own ears out, no that's more on the biology tip, not my interest. Other than you know what.
Yeah, left Cambodge on such terms there too but I gotta sell that eternal upbraid. Look for more snippets of the novel and bio ideas soon. Along with the briefest sketch of what has been lost.
Maria's a six-footish Aussie blonde. We chatted in Suvarnabhummi. Both going to Phnom Penh. Left her for a smoke, expected the same result of most of my leavings. But no, those of you who make the effort know I don't actually evaporate. She made the effort in the Phnom Penh airport and we shared a taxi, She went one of the two places I wanted to go. Spent a platonic night together in digs twice as nice as I got for myself after she took off.
Now I pay thrice the price, theoretically. But I haven't the money. Shades of Manhattan I will explore but not this one. Landlord lets tenant coast. Rough edges mind you, the hall lights aren't always on and whatever these bugs serving the niche of cockroaches here do irritate but so... and so. 19th floor. Skyline: in it. Teaching demo tomorrow, today by the time you read this but still tomorrow to you if you're living on the yesterday side of the planet; wish me luck.
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