Those who are tired of the world, please come to Thailand.
Those who are tired of the world, please come to Thailand.
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A survivor of the Wretch.cc era
Delinquent Youth
First book after nearly 20 years in the industry
Caustic self-deprecation × Nihilistic philosophy × Life observations × Daily life in Thailand × Cosmic passive aggression
————A non-fiction work where the soul runs naked throughout————
Life sucks,
But Thailand, with its floral shirts, milk tea, Five Pagoda Powder, sunsets, and ghosts,
Made me forget who I wanted to hate.
Turns out I wasn't just world-weary; I was simply tired of living in a certain place.
Before this, my only vague notion of Thailand came from my uncle: Thai currency, elephant keychains, durian candy, peacock feathers, Five Pagoda Powder, landscape-painted folding fans…
Why does this fresh, interesting, and vibrant Thailand look absolutely nothing like the Thailand I knew as a child in rural Yilan?
My Thailand has massages, night markets, backpackers, Buddhist temples, and floating markets; it has Bangkok, Chiang Mai, Hua Hin, Pattaya, and many tropical islands—it's a colorful kaleidoscope of human experience.
Are we really in the same country?
