free of all discomfort. A woman was more that way than even a man
based on his judgments and to be left alone in an apartment in a
foreign country would be one major discomfort she would not tolerate.
He began to miss his wife: she didn't need anything--not even sex with
him. She was free to love other things than him--higher things and he
was free to love higher things than her as well as the lower things
like Porn. It was for this reason that he loved her but he didn't
desire her so much except as an intellectual companion. This one he
desired and that love certainly had more thrust than the former one.
At least it appeared to be stronger.
The sky had tubes of light paint oozing out into the darkness and
the sky could not ascertain if it wanted a moon or a sun in its
presence. The ride was just beginning and yet it was monotonous in the
darkness and the light of the street lamps that refracted glaringly.
The three of them still remained as little conscious of the moon or,
dependent on the limitation of their eyes, the corona of the moon, that
they happened to glimpse as accompanying them on their early morning
departure as they were of the monarch, Ramkhamhaeng, that was the
source of the road's name. The taxi driver was near-sighted so to him,
as most things at a distance, the reality of it all was begotten as a
blur.
The back-seated Nawin with the cigarette fuming and the legs
sprawled out and thumping to his portable CD player and his model or
whore with her hand again on one of his legs had their thoughts parted
once more in the kinetic movements of linguistic moans.
"What airline will you be flying out of?" asked the taxi driver.
Following patriarchal social etiquette he was addressing the man
instead of the girlfriend despite not liking the smoke. The man was
more than a customer but a member of the more affluent class and this
by Thai, although not Buddhist standards, was well revered. How swift