Another hop back to Singapore. I find myself going through huge swings of comfort, thoughtfulness, anxiety, anger, happiness and clarity at different stages of travel. I think coming "in and out" of so many people's lives so quickly and chaotically causes the brief moments of clarity. Something about persistently new faces disappearing with as much, or little, consequence as with which they appeared creates a more clearly defined image of "myself" - as something distinctly "different" than all the "others". That is a strange way to be clear...it makes the brain stand out as a more independent entity than it/he/she would be on most other occasions of an otherwise routine Nature.
Then...all that can be stopped like fixed gear messenger bike by one set of annoying teenagers who don't have volume control or a mom that may or may not be directing her kids to bear down on this open seat next to me...oh, thank god, I'm fre....waiiiiit, that guy's got more belly than he needs..."oh...hey, how's it going?"...
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