i seem to be updating at the most random times. Lounging around in the saigon airport with nothing to do for the next 3/4 of an hour. Feel rather at a loss for words now. How o you describe the multiude of emotions spinning around in you, how do you put in words the conflicting joy, sadness, disppointment, exasperation, frustration, delightful glee, intermittently intersperced with bouts of drunken revelry that has been september.

Parties end on end, late night suppers in floresecent lit coffeeshops, endless office days and even more stacks of paperwork, fast cars, chill lunches at chic cafes, loungy sunday afternoon by the pool, hours and hours of reminiscing phonecalls, tears, fears, hope, despair, confusion, madness, silence.

Then came vietnam. It was definitely more introspective than i ever thought it could be. Never felt the claustrophobia like that before, feeling the sides of the tunnels in pitch darkness, or the solitude in the multitude swirling around, or the tired disenchantment of having to bargain, wheedle, smile or flirt for a good bargain. I never dreamt I would be affected by photographs, or proppaganda rheotoric, the ""american killer hero"" chants, i never thought.

Waiting for Brad Pitt on Kris world, is a socially disjointing exercise. Sitting at a well worn keyboard in a developping country, makes you feel like you are in some kind of social time warp. Untouchable, untouching, yet reaching and seeing the thousands of outstretched hands reaching, grabbing , grasping towards
you behind the separating glass panel.