only the lonely

I walked down the street home from my Sunday brunch date with my computer and saw a pensive-looking foreigner in a red t-shirt, sitting alone outside at an Italian restaurant and whistling along to "No woman no cry" blaring from the crackling patio speakers. I felt a mix of offense and camaraderie with this person of unknown origin and his China experience. It inspired my relaunch into the thoughts I expect to become published in some way, if only through the little orange button in the top right hand corner of my screen. Commencer work on Generation Expat.