Bangkok MBK

Bangkok by morning. Slept as I haven't in weeks aboard an overnight train from Chiang Mai. For eleven hours out cold. Spent the morning in the park and the day in the mall. I smell like I came from the sewers. Everything is dirty. I need a bath badly. Maybe it's compounded by the feeling of oughtness here in the city. Here in the mall where all clothes are unscarred, deliberately unlived in. I ought to relish the vagabond feeling, my rawmeat knees, dirty clothes, and stench, but I am ashamed. I won't get in an elevator. Sat in a coffee shop long past ordinary. I can't go out in the heat. Aimless, mapless, and guidebookless. So I take refuge here in the godless soulless seven story stack of stores in the middle of this godless soulless city.