Ishmael could tell when he needed to go away to sea. I can tell when I need to go away to Singapore: when Apple have released upgrades; when my software is available in new versions; when I’m restless for a bigger bookstore; when my tongue craves chinese-vegetarian; when the soot and sound of Bangalore become intolerably oppressive; when the desire for endless walking in a clean city becomes an ache and an urgency. I must run, fly there. I’m going this weekend.
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