A day here, something like typical, something like exceptional.

Quality hours of work, using my intuition, feeling unrushed, doing things well.

Going out for coffee. Ending up in a three-hour conversation about Thai politics, the growing gap between rich and poor, and the uncertainty of the future.

Working on learning a language that’s moving from necessary to fascinating, watching Thailand unfold out of it. Realizing why I’m a poet. It’s that you love language.

Then an amazing dinner made by a woman whose name I know, whose home town we’ve started to talk about.

Home, for an evening here/morning in the US videoconference for work, running through UX I made that morning, everyone leaving humming and excited for what we’re about to build.

Unwinding here, with the words, some music, a Singha to lull me into those brief 8 hours we spend asleep.

World, space-bound, still spinning.