February 28, 2013

• Everything is Asleep but Me and the Highway

   

  Its one of those nights where sleep doesnt come at all. It is welcome here, but when sleep avoids you like the plague, then something is wrong somewhere and nothing can be done about it. I relax my mind, and check my heart. I have no worry, no anxiety. Nothing is pressing against me in such a way that I should be awake at 1:26am on a Friday morning. I have been up since 3:25am Thursday morning.

  Outside is is partially overcast. Dark clouds enshroud the moon. The traffic on the Bangkok-Khorat highway is lighter, but still noisy. Trucks pass by with a thump or three, air shocks do their thing, and whatever happens happens peacefully. Thing is, it occasionally sounds like a tire has blown out, or a vehicle has hit a street lamp. Nothing like it has happened. For a six-lane highway at 1:30 in the blinking morning, it is quiet.

  A mosquito coil burns. The air conditioner silently hums to itself as it keeps temps under 30 Centigrade. Sometimes too warm, sometimes too cool. Never the right temperature.

  Earlier I watched House of Flying Daggers. I wanted to see it nine years ago when I first heard about it. It was okay. I agree that it was not as good as Hero, which shares the same director. In the end it was just another love triangle movie that ends with the object of desire being killed and the lovers blaming each other for her demise, resulting in a rather long, vicious and boring fight scene. But the locations were incredibly beautiful. Fall in the mountains of China must be incredible. 

  One-fifty in the morning. Still not sleepy.

  Four hours and nineteen minutes before the alarm goes off. I see the bed. I'm going in. Cover me...

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