It is in a way surreal. I am at one of sadams old palaces listening to someone attempt kareoke.

It is in a way surreal. I am at one of sadams old palaces listening to
someone attempt kareoke.
This is escapivism in it's finest iteration of sorts. This guy
doesn't even know his song, but somehow this does not matter. What
matters right now is that he is a coast guard of chimpanzees or
something of that sort.

I suppose I should get up there and sing my sad country song at the
top of my voice. I mean anything is possible in this strange country
of wonder and oil.

But someone is already doing that song.
It's time for me to catch my bus.

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