some ideas fill the margins of pages of maps.
i enjoy the struggle to write while riding a bus.
a behemoth in motion. a line of bored people on wheels.
you got to have a way. even in asia.
hereabouts we have public transportation.
i dont really remember anything about the book.
except that i remember it all.
the nuances & the ideas.
the particulars are doggedly mysterious.
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