The layover nights.
Sitting alone outside of the airport main block. Passengers of the occasional bus give a unanimous glare. Bus full of curiosity, or interest. More probably it was just a casual glance, since there was nothing better to look at. Chain smoking seems a natural activity. On this occasion, it's the KLIA. Headphones sent me 伍佰， Travis, The Servant, Nirvana, La Ocho, and more. A long lost peace sought. There's no one to impress. There is no social obligation to fulfill. There is no good tv show to anticipate. No night out could beat this. Not even when there is someone next to you numbing your arm all night long. You start thinking of Hannah Arendt's words on the difference between solitude and loneliness. Must it be one or the other? On this particular occasion, the moment ended with a banker from Dakar asking for a light. He even shared some of his fruity white wine, and a story of how he missed his flight from Thailand due to a series of inexplicable events. Ther...