i am in the office, hungry with nothing to eat except remnants of my green tea
which isn't really food at all
and i can't see my table. it's just paper, paper, paper everywhere.

i am looking forward to thailand, sandy beaches and quiet days.
and yet, i am not looking forward to thailand in some ways.

i find that i am tired, listless, and weary.
i want to stop wandering and finally set roots somewhere.

if it is the community that makes a place become space and feel like home,
then how do you gather the fragments of community scattered across the globe?

some days, globalisation annoys me.

i wish you were here with me