Mall of Asia at 33 Degrees of Heat and Boredom
2 comments • Marocharim • March 8, 2009
They call it a “lucid interval;” temporary insanity. The best I could have done was to just stay home and read a book, write some more stuff, or catch up on much-needed sleep. Then again, it was too hot to read, to write, or even to sleep. It was just too hot. Like Macbeth said, [...]
There are things I'm afraid to tell myself. Instead, I choose to reveal them the world. In sickness, in spite, in all unpleasantness, even in disease. I'm a babbler, a ranter, a writer: neither spiteful nor kind, neither rascal or honorable man. Neither hero or vermin.
