still hopeful that something can be scraped out of the husk of western civilization
south east asia is where the london bound take their time out of the monster of western decadence. having all the best of everything at all times has an unbearable pressure building up over time. always carrying a bag of tricks to get the dosh to support the refined addictions. the only thing that can distract the mind from such muchness is a tropical island in the dry season with a mojito bar and absolutely nothing to do. just take the electricity away and the londoner is as helpless as a newborn.