SE Asia

“Oh, no thank you.”
“No, no thanks.”



These are the statements I’m hearing while under uneasy sleep, now back in New York.
Always aware of my obsession with the word “no,” 
my understanding of it’s most powerful delivery when used came in handy often while traveling. 
I can be scary.

For as long as I can remember I used the word “no” in a context that was distancing.

When I really needed something like my family, love or trust, work, and keeping close friends close, I practiced saying “no.” And always to my detriment.

“No, I don’t need a taxi, a moto, a tuk-tuk, any smoke, ping-pong, another loaf of bread, another swim in clear water, another bus ride, another scarf or shitty cotton t-shirt, a tailored suit for a “great price”, another game of pool, or can of Singh, another thirsty hooker, or another hit of Yabba. I certainly don’t need to see another digital camera pointed at a temple, or hear another story about why the English hate the Euro, either.“

Original post published on Saturday, October 24th, 2009 at 3:53 AM
by Vincent Skeltis via aafm