You turn the corner, and you’re back in the ghetto again. Khao San Road, the cankerous heart of Bangkok. It rises up from the night, an overflowing river of noise and light and filth. Smells like banana pancakes and urine. You’ve always thought of it
This is how they say it happened. My father’s father told him this story, so that he could tell it to me and I could tell it to you. This is the story of the King of All Meat. They say his name was Fill,
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Our letters home are of course screened for security purposes, so I must be brief and choose my words carefully.
Browsers. Another bunch of fucking browsers. “Good morning!” I shake hands vigorously, one by one, making sure to look each of them in the eye. They’re not serious buyers, but what the hell. I’ll still do my job, and I’ll do it well. This lot
They stood in the driveway. He put his arm around her. It was kind of awkward, so he took it away. “This is, yeah…” He gestured vaguely. “This was, like, the coolest place in the world when I was a kid.” She looked around. “The
I’m mortilized – I mean, I’m terrified of forgetting. I’m losing all my words. All my best words are falling away, drying up in my brain. There’s a thief in my homicile, stealing away my words. Comparing me over and over to forget. So I