It was that moment When I stepped outside my door I knew it was going to rain The clouds were darker Than my twisted psycho humor I look up in the skies And 2 rain drops Fall straight into my eyes As if the fat grey clouds Wanted to just piss on me What the […]
White sheets White pillows White walls to stare at White clouds loafing Just like we do on the sheets Black hair I see A whole lot of it It’s bigger than my beard Brown beard, unshaved, untrimmed Homeless like Or in other words, hipster influencer But this black furry fuzzy fluffy thing Almost looks at
I woke up in the morning thinking about all the lore and fantasy that Huế had to offer. And the fact that I could spend time in that city indefinitely just to uncover all those mysteries made me impatient to dive and wallow into all that sea of culture. I had the free breakfast down
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I had another Bánh mì[1] at my favorite place in Da Nang, a city that kept me there indefinitely. If one reason to live in Vietnam was Bún chả Hanoi[2], another one would definitely be Bánh mì. After all this time in Vietnam, I must’ve had at least one thousand and one Bánh mì’s going in and
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Every now and then one stumbles across some special character that tells something as stupefying and intriguing as it can get. At least it keeps happening in my case for some reason. I can’t really explain why this is the case but I can’t say it bothers me either. On the contrary. As an aspiring
In the city of Hanoi the looks of foreigners can be found from time to time. Expat foreigners, to be more accurate. Some of these lads drive motorbikes. When in Hanoi, do as the Hanoians do. And these fellas have a very particular way of driving their 2 wheeled engines. Some outsiders call it madness.
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“A pair of deep dark brown eyes have the power to send me into a self-imposed box of nihilistic stream of consciousness, casting me into depths of despair from which salvation by my own means would trigger nothing but amplified infamy. Drifting somewhere between moral virtue and obscene hedonism, my pursuit of a systematic and
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I was walking on the street. Or the street was walking on me. It depends how one looks at it. But I’m not writing about the street. It’s about where the street got me. And it got me in front of a charming, beautiful, fabulous looking restaurant somewhere in the almost central area of Luang
People go to airports. From time to time. They must go places. And some places are far far away. Some destinations are so distant that walking, driving or sailing there can take a really long time. And ain’t nobody got time for that. Not most people at least. Some don’t mind walking, riding a horse
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It all began as a mistake. I was in Cambodia and my visa was about to expire. I had to do something about it. It was the first situation of the kind, since I planned to come back right away in Cambodia for some volunteering in a village near Battambang. At the time I didn’t
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