Charcoal Skyline
That's exactly what it feels like sometimes.. a dream.. or a sketch.. I don't really get to live as much as I'd like to. Some people talk about a runners’ high, others do drugs, for me work seems to do the trick. The more stressful the situation the harder the adrenaline flows in my body and the more productive I get, until I reach that optimal efficiency like a robotic production line. And then it suddenly crashes and parts go flying in all directions, my body retaliates.
Talking about dreams, what language are your dreams in? Especially if you're someone not living in your native country. That is probably the true test of complete adaptation. I’ve met some very interesting people this weekend, mostly farangs as the local would refer to them (French, German, Scottish and more.) Strangely the same word used in India, would have exactly the same meaning but a different connotation all together. You can see the dependence of this economy on tourism through the tiniest of details like the “I heart Farang” stickers on cabs and stores!
I gathered all my courage and ventured out yet again to buy some clothes. Yeaaahhh!! Success at last! I'm not a giant!! Oh by the way, you know those eye masks that you get in air planes to block out the light if you want to sleep, those are called bras in this country! I have to give credit to a very close friend for that line. Couldn't resist sharing it :)
1 Comments:
Great picture. Does that have some FX in it or is it an actual pic?
Shiv
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