Center of the Universe

Thailand, a bombardment of the senses. Nearly every waking moment is a sensory overload. So much has happened over the last few months that it has become more and more difficult to know where to begin the story. My whole existence is caught in the constant swirl of activity that surrounds me. Who is Naren? The observer, the one who occupies each moment of silence with his own research and reflection. Quietly brooding during each solitary cab ride through the jungle of Bangkok streets he concerns himself with feeling and emotion, philosophy and conjecture. so who then is the action, the liver of each moment, who from both the external and internal perspectives possesses a certain indefinable madness? Who is the legendary Mitch Cassidy? Perhaps just an amalgamation of the swirling environment, a creation formed out of every person Naren has ever read about, observed, or come into contact with. The unification of the entire universe has become a reality, the only reality. This is why it is not possible to just pick one story, one moment, or one experience to begin with or retell. This swirling madness is existence, the dizzying culmination of my own "personal" experience. Like the wild spirited Dean Moriarty from Keouac's 'On the Road' (who Mitch takes his last name from, the real life character anyhow) Mitch gives off that impression of not being concerned with any of lifes "negative" problems/situations/experiences, or for that matter anyone other then himself and his "kicks", knowing TIME, and finding people who have and express IT. This is a great misunderstanding of such characters, these are exactly the situations that they do concern themselves with, but the twist is that they search for the beauty in all experience, both pleasureful and painful. Experience is becoming brighter, more vivid and with Mitch's or Dean's attitude in the foreground the external existence of everything is just fine and dandy and wonderful. The guy at the table next to me has a massive tattoo covering half of his face. NTC