Its way past midnight, as usual I’m finding it difficult to sleep. I’m sitting on the pavement, watching the world-on-the-street passes by.
Kretek, cold Meiji coffee and my trusted Blackberry. Enough for now. Feeling the slight mental drain from a week’s worth of travelling.
Sitting barely ten feet from me – my ‘companions’ are a rowdy couple of drunk men, one selling omelette and rice, while the other merely screams and shouts. Twenty minutes later, they fled the scene as a police pickup truck drove towards them.
Zashnain
The meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response to a dying age of reason, empathy and compassion.
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