
Memories are fickle things. Some stay in your mind just as they happened; some change over time; some become sensational tales that you don't even believe in, and some just sink into your mind as a feeling, void of pictures or sound. For me, Bangkok produces the latter. Even as I write this, the images in my head are slowly fading like pictures left in the sun. It's a regrettable thing, because while Bangkok has produced no indelible images, it is a place I don't want to forget. Like a slide projector, my mind recalls some of the sights and feelings of an unforgettable, yet forgettable city.
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