Boys of himself at earlier
ages came and pressed their noses near him as he had done long ago to
the glass outside the Dunkin Doughnuts Restaurant in Ayuttayha. Long
lost versions of himself at various ages passed up against him and
passed him by. They too dispersed with the gaseous midst of black
carbon smog released by the traffic. His head was spinning around
skyscrapers and billboards. They, he, a single homeless woman who
rented out babies to increase the chances of getting more substantial
alms, two dogs copulating, and all, were dwarfed in advertisements for
shark fins for the man with refined taste, Electric piecemeal
billboards for Singh Beer and cellular telephone companies with new
images rotating with the pieces, plain billboards of pimpleless white
skinned Thai models selling or hustling some facial cream, flashing and
mutating signs advertising various self-improvements seminars at
different universities and at the Convention Center, neon animations
of Barcelona's Bangkok tour for the Invitation Cup Football Match, and
advertisements for every international and domestic product imaginable
thrust into the hands of consumers in the form of flyers.
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