Wednesday February 28, 2007 (Dark O'clock)
Well here I am, dreaming about writing, writing about my dreams, and the pursuit of them in real terms...continues. The silence of a solo taxi, driving a solo mission to get me to the airport, down solo streets is terrifying. The only restraint on the taxi drivers speed in Southeast Asia, and ironically the only source of their safety (and occasional peril), is the jostling and jockeying for traffic positions at the snail pace of an urban rush-hour (that is all hours). The conguestion of the patient keeps it alive, and away from speed and certain death. Asia, in broad terms and every sense, seems so ready to slam the accelerator, were it not for the risk of losing their ventures and the opportunity to just simply be a participant on the road. The reader should gather that I am exhausted, "immunocompromised," and ready to be in Africa (?)
Well here I am, dreaming about writing, writing about my dreams, and the pursuit of them in real terms...continues. The silence of a solo taxi, driving a solo mission to get me to the airport, down solo streets is terrifying. The only restraint on the taxi drivers speed in Southeast Asia, and ironically the only source of their safety (and occasional peril), is the jostling and jockeying for traffic positions at the snail pace of an urban rush-hour (that is all hours). The conguestion of the patient keeps it alive, and away from speed and certain death. Asia, in broad terms and every sense, seems so ready to slam the accelerator, were it not for the risk of losing their ventures and the opportunity to just simply be a participant on the road. The reader should gather that I am exhausted, "immunocompromised," and ready to be in Africa (?)
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