The Luxury of Having Nowhere To Be
It's 11:30 AM on the 13th of October, on a random road in Thailand. The greenery is aggressive, the wind is slapping my face, and nothing about this moment requires me. I've just landed at Mad Monkey Pai, which is strangely empty. The last time I was here, three years ago, it wasn't. The place is familiar and foreign at once, and the only word I have for it is liminal: standing in two places at the same time, between the person who visited then and the one who's visiting now. For a long time, work was everything, and life ran on a soul-suckingly predictable loop. I didn't notice the fog until it lifted. For two years my head had felt muffled, and here it doesn't. I feel creative, confident, and mostly relieved. People say we're greedy by nature. Who would have guessed that in 2026, the most expensive thing I'd want is nothing at all? This trip was meant to be a tour of my own past, so I went back to places I'd already been. It felt odd, then oddly re...
