"Beyond the closed curtain, up above all rooftops to the Bangkok sky, there was no more boisterousness of the crowd, no sign of life. Only in the humid shady sky where huge numbers of fat cloud are floating slowly, forecasting the snoring bourgeoisies for the soon coming rain. The glittering stars are all behind everything. They are petite and unimportant, trying hard to shed the light down to earth but they can’t be recognized. Even though people are sleeping, Bangkok city never sleep even when it seems like. The systems still goes on like ant civilization under the pile of old magazines. Lives are just hiding under the roofs. While the needle ticks every second away, hands are still moving … silently. Some are dancing in the dark, some are waiting, some are hoping, some are giving themselves the one last chance from another failure. But stars mean nothing to them as well as fairy tales. They do no longer exist to them since they have electricity. Stars are only there to hold people’s secret, one for each."
23 - Blonde Redhead
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