Sunday, November 19, 2006


As I was getting ready for the airport, I was offered a part in a Bollywood movie. As a customs official.

Even though there wasn't time, I was selfishly thrilled, and eagerly imagined my winning rendition of the part, bringing to it a wry complexity.

As I walked to the taxi, there was a dead rat lying outside the hotel. A dog walked past the rat, sniffed it, and then continued on his way.

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