He doesn't really don't know what he's trying to accomplish on this trip.

Only that he knows is that he has felt lost and lonely, and that feeling has been with him since he stopped wanting to make movies and television.

Since 2004, when he left Samantha and she left him.

And rather than feel lost and lonely in Singapore surrounded by fools and friends, he prefers to be somewhere where he was lost and lonely completely...

No half measures for this guy.

It all reminds him of the last night that he spent in Paris, walking around in the parks at 1am trying to find his way back to his apartment.

He remembers only this: all the while through his hour and more of walking in the freezing cold and growing paranoia, there was the God-like light cutting through the air as it rotated from atop of the Eiffel Tower , telling him how to orient his bearings.

He does not remember how he got back safely to his apartment. He may also have been drunk.

And he just found a long hair on his table which does not belong to him. He is pretty sure it came from Elena's head. ages past.

This is why he has to go away. He is sorry.

Samantha, Elena, Alison. And Sharon.

In other news, and to lighten up the post, he just bought a new hat today to replace the one he lost.



He bought it for 3.50 but reckoned that since he spent nothing at Mustafa but a cab fee amounting 10.00 getting there, he shld count it towards the cost of the hat.

If only people are as easy to replace.


Alright, see you on the other side. I'm drunk and I'm looking for my Eiffel Towel. light. Third person narrative so fun. Wait, I meant Tower. Tower, damnit.

Shall do it again soon.

"When he comes back, he'll changed! Gone! Dissolved! Metamorphosised! Transmutated!"

Yay!