I seem to be getting to know your streets well. With an empty wallet and a head that tells me I’m killing multiple birds with one stone, walking is an effective form of getting around you. I get to see the real you in all of your disarray and disorder. I get to play limbo under the live electrical wires that hang low along the footpath, and skip around the rat at my feet, and breathe in the smells of sweaty cabbage. Bangkok from the BTS (train) skyline is clean and slick and it carries me along too fast and too smooth to get any real sense of you. But you are alive, you are developing, and you are just as imperfect as the rest of us.