Today, as an old family friend pulled up to say hello, I found myself doing a little mental exercise. He was wearing the same red shirt I last saw him in 10 years ago, riding the same rusty old motorbike with its sidecar. I imagined plucking him right out of this scene and dropping him into Bangkok traffic just to see how wildly out of place he’d look.Once I had that image clear in my...
To view this content, you must be a member of ChayaNit's Patreon at $1 or more
Unlock with Patreon