bangkok ii
i've come to love, during this week of my jetlag, the period of time between 4am and 8am, when i wake up suddenly, wide awake, go to the bathroom, return to bed and try to sleep some more. i feel as though i am still awake, but the logic of dreams enters my thoughts and takes them in directions i had not intended until i am in totally outrageous places. the dreams are as long and as focussed as the train of a thought, and as back-to-back, interrupted only by momentary realisations that i am, in fact, no longer awake.