Timeline : 22:45
Thailand. Bankok airport.
Flight delayed. Massively so. Everything seems strangely reflective except me. I'm living precisely in the present and the future is as muddy and grey as the Chao Phraya. The past is nearly yesterday already. Tomorrow is my birthday. I'm in mourning for the passing of my holidays.
All I can think of is:
You say pyjamas, I say pytracksuit.
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