i wanted to work at the airport rather than other places. you can say its just a place. but at the airport i get the feeling of not being so trapped. like a platform connected to different cultures, different scents. people carrying different scents and memories from where they came still beating warm on their skin, and at landing all the fresh experiences mushing together, new at each interaction -refreshing!
i think i can stand coming to such a place everyday more than in a office or shop in town.

the cocoa trees kinda took that to the sewers for me
whooops. but then again, they're just a shop. within a shop space.

sometimes just right as i'm about to fall asleep. how do i put it..there's this wooden toy they sell, a vertical wooden block with two columns of cups, abt 2 in each row on both sides. drop a marble one one of the top cups, and it falls down, left, right, left,doink. kinda like Alice falling down the hole when chasing the White Rabbit.

so just right before i tumble forth, i open my eyes. and the feeling's good. for a moment i'm happy. the kinda happy..in the full sense.. like a circle. i feel my being, alone in the night in my bed. alive. drones of a passing car, the orange light of the distant street lamp coloring my white walls. comfortably tired.

this works for me, short moments i own.
does the night belong to me, or i to the night?
then too soon it is daylight.