I am moonlighting for the Buddha.

There are plenty of brilliant people who are too stressed out to read challenging literary novels.

It is quite amazing how hard the subconscious works when it is made to understand that this life is not a rehearsal, there is no safety net and no assurance of any final closure. It is also quite appalling to realize how catatonic the imagination can become when we hedge our bets, opt for the safer direction at every fork in the path.

The world other than as advertised can be an amazing place.

In Southeast Asia the world is understood to be a vast, complex network of interdependent relationships. So when global capitalism makes it impossible for small-time rice farmers to feed their families and make a living, it is a natural thing for anyone in the family who can find an alternative source of income to do so.

When you notice light seeping into your coffin, it's hard to go on pretending that you're still dead.

I am moonlighting for the Buddha.