Writing and Dreaming and Reading...

Sometimes, it's interesting to take a moment and just muse about how you got to where you are at the moment. Like, today, I'm in an at gallery, studying while waiting for lunch. In the gallery is a Thai delegation party and they're snapping photos of everything, including me. And the strange thing was I was acting like this was a normal occurrence. As if I was part of the scene, just like the art. Maybe it's because I'm too tired to compute beyond that.