"So I can sigh eternally ... I'm so tired I can't sleep"
In Bangkok the traffic they experience is known as *organised chaos* ... Vehicles and pedestrians seemingly coming from more corners than should be possible ... Forced to proceed with adrenalin pumping through your body at an obscene rate ... The intoxicating fumes coupled with the never ending suffocation of your surroundings makes you feel ill ... You struggle with your senses heightened and your foundations shaken as you plunge into this unfamiliar territory all the while straining to keep your wits about you as you fight to keep your head above water ... In an attempt to remain focused on where you should be going, and what you need to do to get there, your hierarchy of "everyday" priorities ends up in ruins ... the foundations, which once held together your *routine* and your *structure* of thought, shaken with such force of confusion that you are left with nothing but rubble ... only, if anything, a vague feeling that you will find your destination ... no more, no less, confused about the route you need to take ...
The ever present traffic ... the organised chaos ... my thoughts ... my priorities ... my feelings ... my emotions ... will move through my mind until the expectant storm hits ...
Then gridlock ... jammed like an incomplete Rubik's Cube tossed aside ... stacked in a state of disorder like Tetris blocks that don't fall into place ... the organised chaos now simply *chaos* ...
In time the storm will pass ...
The traffic will ease ...
I will be left to tidy the mess ...
Clean the debris ...
And pick up the pieces ...
again.
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