Actually, its not that I have progressed in literary ability to such a point (yeah, I think it should be considered a progression) its more because of the blurred utility of my blog. A post that is detached from an actual reality, musing over just the concepts of a particular abstraction is naturally difficult to conjure because of the relation that particular abstraction has with the reality that had in the first place triggered the muse. 

If I had meant the blog to be an expression of the essentials of something fully- the relevant details, the personal emotions and the thoughts on the reality itself (rather than the subject matter) has to be mentioned. The convictions gained and spoils from the aftermath gathered would be less understood otherwise. 

But well. I also realised that was not what I had meant it to be. 

Loved ones understand. Some friends understand. God understands the full depth. And thats where the true expressions of what life is exist. Not in a philosophy classroom, a seminary, a debate or even a blog - but in a simple conversation over a meal. In a jog with a friend. In a prayer when the night falls, and you can't get to sleep. 

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As I told those who had asked, I probably only saw Bangkok through the eyes of a tourist- 

The altars outside most of the large buildings where I noticed some Thais would look towards and bring their palms together, as if saying a silent prayer before leaving the area.

The movie-goers' mixed expressions as they rose when the movie theatre screen flashed a short clip before the movie played, requesting everyone to stand to pay respects to the king

The plants growing around metallic wires that formed an elephant as part of the roadside decoration, although the plants didn't manage to grow the cover the tusks area. 

The beggers holding cups and positioning themselves and their children along the overhead bridge leading into the one of the main city area shopping malls.

The mega shopping malls filled with high end boutiques, plastered with large consumer product advertisements and surrounded by early christmas decorations, just overlooking the roadside stalls selling snacks that were cooked on the spot.  

The man who asked my group if we wanted to ride a cab to the malls, and followed us until we were quite a distance from the hotel to see if we would change our mind.

I guess its a little sad that such simple snapshots my memory recalled will remain in that superficial, fading glimpse. I guess If we don't attach ourselves onto the cause that calls out to us to answer..  many, many things can become like that.