Locked in my four walls; the excitement of the day is a meal break or the switch to a different computer screen.
Or an illicit surfing break.
Through nefarious surfing, I ended up here (which is not so nefarious… until you get to the nefarious part). Pretty pictures.
But then I saw the hands. I need to see those hands. Close up. No walls.
D’you think my muse knows how to write up complementary tickets to Wat Rong Khun?