Wall

Some days are quiet.
Plans made, coffee drunk, traffic circles upon the ring road.
A message from Vienna, "Bye bye." A Korean asking me why so stupid. It's not my fault I answer as he laughs at me. The traffic continues, another coffee, thoughts of Vienna. A kind of sorrow mixed with a vein of the absurd. It's kabaret, the feast day of fools, another day in Chiang mai fluttering past...

until it's night, wandering through the lanes, the day having scurried past almost unnoticed...