It was April 1993. I think I wrote:
I am in Bangkok at night having dinner with a group of Germans in a restaurant serving sauerkraut, driven around by a chauffeur in a luxurious car, and going back to sleep in a fancy tower, with this girl I’m not sure to really know after all, in a bed surrounded by African sculptures. The evening flows by slowly without letting me get a grip on it. I can’t clearly grasp where I am or why. Thailand has moved back to a remote corner of my conscience and I am absent-mindedly watching my own skid off of reality...
A few nights ago, these words came back to my mind, Vancouver having simply replaced Bangkok. Some things have changed. Some remain. Bis repetita placent. Always. Life is a long slide sideways. In the end, accepting that I am perpetually out of control might be the only empowering solution.
[Written and posted via my IPaq and Wi-Fi.]
« La référence à Bangkok est judicieuse.
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Date of comment: 2007-03-14 06:13 •C’est toute la différence entre la philosophie occidentale :
« Tu te bats pour avoir ce que tu veux »
et l’orientale :
« J’accepte ce que la vie m’offre, épreuves et joies confondues ».
C’est difficile de naviguer entre les deux, sans se noyer.