Vietnam, Me Love You Long Time. All

Escape Through Travel Works. Almost From The Moment I Boarded My Flight, Life In England Became Meaningless. Seat-belt Signs Lit Up, Problems Switched Off. Broken Armrests Took Precedence Over Broken Hearts. By The Time The Plane Was Airborne I'd Forgotten England Even Existed.

If I'd Learnt One Thing From Travelling, It Was That The Way To Get Things Done Was To Go Ahead And Do Them. Don't Talk About Going To Borneo. Book A Ticket, Get A Visa, Pack A Bag, And It Just Happens.

By The Time The Plane Was Airborne I'd Forgotten England Even Existed.

Dream Life, I Realized, Was Only Confusing When You Were Awake. It Was From The Perspective Of Waking Life That Dream Life Seemed Fractured And Lacking Consequence, Lacking Any Certainty That One Thing Led To Another. But From Within Dream Life, The World Was Generally Coherent. Not Exactly An Unconfusing World-just No More Confusing Than Any Other.

There Are One Hundred Glow-stars On My Bedroom Ceiling. (...) Glow-stars Are Strange. They Make The Ceiling Disappear.