KL Epilogue

4 a.m:

He doesn't sleep, though he knows he needs the rest. There is a tangible impatience in the air, as if something's waiting for someone to do some other thing somewhen. KL is quiet. He knows because he drove there himself to see. So's Shah Alam. In fact, everywhere's quiet. The light drizzle that fell on the city and its surrounding areas must have helped speed the slumbering populace to wherever it is they find (and lose) their dreams.

The Xbox is still making funny noises when it loads games, and I hate that. It also doesn't seem to be loading Halo 2 at all. Is it dying? Does this mean my console days are receding?

He flits; from stranger to stranger like a moth ever intrigued by the intricacies of light. There will be a price to pay for his actions, no matter how he thinks he's gotten away. We all pay, sooner or later. They receive him, take him into their bosom, but he knows it is all shadow play. Come the morning, they're all just what they promised to be: playmates.

Someone scratched my car, the bugger. And after I gave him room for parking and going out as well. Fuck. At least there were those two cute Japanese girls in KLCC. Vastly underage, but since I was only looking....



The sleepiness is overtaking. He can now think clearly for the first time in days.

Finally I don't have to remember, and no one can blame me for forgetting. No one.