Exiled into the Labyrinth of Bangkok

Was it that this traveler had been banished into far-flung realms, to gather no stories of distant lives, but instead to absorb the hardship of others and taste the nectar of bedlam produced by society. I see life, shapeless, clinging desperately on the torn folds of a shredded illusion. I see them all, the state of uproar.


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