The Thing I Care About Is My

I Think Airports Are Places Of Huge Human Drama. The More I See Of It, The More I Am Convinced That Heathrow Is A Secret City, With Its Own History, Folklore And Mythology. But What Has Surprised Me Is The Love The People Who Work There Feel For The Place. Everyone Seems To Think They Are Plugged Into Something Majestic.

Home Is Oneness, Home Is My Original Nature. It Is Right Here, Simply In What Is. There Is Nowhere Else I Have To Go, And Nothing Else I Have To Become.

If Someone Does Something Illegal On Twitter - Like Incite Hatred, Or Make Racist Remarks, Or Threaten To Rip Someone's Intestines Out If They Insult Justin Bieber - Then There Has To Be Some Way Of Censuring Them.

There Are A Handful Of Barbecue Seafood Shacks On The Beach At Hat Nai Yang, Which Is A Fabulous Place To Have Dinner. It's Very Much Run For Locals And They Serve The Catch Of The Day, Which Might Be Lobster, White Snapper Or Squid. It's Ridiculously Reasonable, Too.

Learn To Trust Your Instincts. Only Something Dead Goes With The Tide. Only Something Living Can Go Against It.