'This is the city where people come to live," the novelist Gary Indiana wrote about New York City, but, he sarcastically added, "You'd think they were here to die." Indiana's novel, titled Do Everything In The Dark, explored the petty neuroses of a group of artists and writers who are living out a post-success purgatory in the city that never weeps. Doubt and resentment consumes them.
It's not hard to imagine that the inverse of this quote might be true for a certain class of expat in Bangkok: This is the city where people come to die, you'd think we were here to live.
Foreign artists and writers traditionally don't come to Bangkok to "make it", but once here and free of, well, the petty neuroses that can afflict such ambition, respond to the city as less an entity to surrender to than one to be discovered and rediscovered without the pressured expectations of others.
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