This is expressing expresso, a series of blog posts where I write directly into wordpress ~ without backing these pieces of writing up ~ and I expect you to back them up for me.
I am writing to you from Sook Jai hostel in Chiang Rai. There are mosquitoes about, I see them in my presence. To my one
I write to you from Khaotha Cafe in Pai, Thailand. I have not seen this many people with dreadlocks since I walked through Haight-Ashbury. Our
There are two types of people in the world. The dead, and the living. Which are you? I am writing to you from Data T
To write, or not to write? That has become the usual question. The time is 17:40 as I write to you from Grandparents Cafe in
It’s difficult for me to write while I am listening to music with lyrics. Same with reading, or really doing any sort of work. When
I am in Bangkok now! I never thought I would end up in Bangkok. To a larger extent, let’s take five years ago: I never