There are several tracks on my playlist that are, and ever
shall be, irrevocably associated with the life I never had. Should I remove
them, or should I be a brave boy and leave them there just because I like them?
Tonight’s revelation:
Now that the newly clarified me has come to accept how
disturbing it finds decadence, there is something rather splendid about eating
a lettuce and mayo sandwich alone in the early hours of the morning.
An earlier realisation:
I doubt that my creditors would allow me to go and live in
northern Thailand.
Aren’t there extradition treaties to prevent that sort of thing?
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