panadolsandwich Posted February 7, 2017 Author Report Share Posted February 7, 2017 One thing I love about traveling is just sitting somewhere, and observing people - how they act, their mannerisms and gestures - I'm like a finely calibrated precise piece of laboratory equipment. What I'm looking for is emotion, I'm the very entomologist of emotion. And Nana plaza is engorged with all these flitting specimens. It was like I was born with acute tetra chromatic vision - a highly unusual condition. Render an old man saying a cautious goodbye to his ladyboy going back to work under the cheap neon lights so poorly modulated, Ha! A young girl buying som tam before starting her shift. These are minutely detailed, almost impossible details to forget. I can see them all in vivid detail even now years later - even rotate them in the minds eye. I can even envision their moods via the colour spectrum. I'm an uncompromising pragmatist though. I'm effective - and I get what I want. Because - when you cast your gaze out there - it's a fucking zoo. But that doesn't mean I don't care. You have to observe, and be mindful of absolutely everything that it can possibly represent - before you make any judgment. Only then - and I'll repeat - only then will you become truly fluent in the language. That was my breakthrough. And if you choose to go the same path - it *will* be painful - because you are going to have to consciously warp your brain, and you may discover you are unable - or tired and old and unwilling. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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