Sunday, February 19, 2006

Under a Streetlamp.

"Rough? You mean like.. not smooth?"
- GQ enters the zone of irrelevance amidst shisha smoke.

You'd think that a Reuters-employed chick would know better. Even in our various vegetative state we were all appalled.

There is something about the light from streetlamps that makes everything unreal. And I can think about whatever I want, and imagine myself doing whatever I want to do without a tinge of impossibility or cynicism.

Right now, I am looking at a world map, and a 10-year journey around the world is starting to take root in my brain and I think I will not be forgetting this fantasy for a long time.