no, don’t worry, it’s not blood, i keep repeating to the concerned hotel receptionist, breakfast waitress, and man-who-brought-my-suitcase-to-my-room-whose-title-i-don’t-remember-because-i-usually-carry-my-own-suitcase-to-my-hotel-room…

my journal has character now.

after one fourteen-hour flight, a eight-hour overnight layover in qatar, and another seven-hour flight, i’m in asia for the first time in my life.

good morning, malaysia.

Tonight, most people will be welcomed home by jumping dogs and squealing kids. Their spouses will ask about their day, and tonight, they’ll sleep. The stars will wheel forth from their daytime hiding places; and one of those lights, slightly brighter than the rest, will be my wingtip, passing over. – Up in the Air

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