the side of my aunt’s ice manufacturing plant just outside of bangkok.
out of respect for my family that never gets to see me, i don’t smoke cigarettes in front of them. this leads to me getting super irritated with them over prolonged stretches. my dad’s family was originally from china so they’re prone to a style of conversation that involves yelling. sometimes my head would get in between an aunt and uncle discussing where to eat lunch, and i’d find myself in places like this to avoid snapping. i miss my family.