Discovery Of Ye Month

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If there is one redeeming quality about airports, then the shops it would seem – will save your sanity. The shops in Changi airport sell useful, interesting and awesome shite (not necessarily in that order). The powers that be know what travellers need, crave and require although they do not know it themselves yet.
Have you evar been to a store and admired its huge variety of wares – only to balk when it comes to making a decision to purchase anything? More is not always better, naye almost nevar better.
Things I have purchased from an airport in the past 30 days on separate occasions without a trace of regret by Cowboy Caleb, aged 28 years:
- new luggage that can go anywhere, survive natural disasters and the fashion police
- awesome tiny duty-free bottles of wine that smack the gods in their face
- really sweet cologne (not available in the city and even if it was, it would be 40% more expensive)
- after-dinner mints, the real thing.
But the best thing that I have purchased are the complete works of Murakami Haruki. I got one of his books 10 minutes before my plane took off (see how dangerously I live?) and throughly had orgasm after orgasm while going through ‘Norwegian Wood’. After I landed back in Changi, I bought every single Murakami book they had.
So now I see the worlds in strange shades of longing, apathy and loss. I categorize people in Murakamian genres. Food tastes different (my soul aches for cucumbers and vineger) and I have developed a strange fear of cats and sheep.
Life as I know it, is now different.
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