Facebook is an evil and fluffy empire which sucks souls into its rabbit holes of uselessness and nothingness. A year after I revived my account from coma, fluffy these days is evoking my “memories” from 365 days ago. Then Apple has to join in the inanity; suddenly got a pop up from its Photos app about my “BANGKOK JAN 2017 TRIP” memories.
But it did remind me of the only time I got my passport stamped last year. And of my two comely companions who went shopping with me for undies (but not for me, mind) at the night markets.
[Image description: Night-time photo of two female figures doing one of those jumping poses under a lighted sign in the form of the number 90. Their faces have been digitally un-enhanced by an expert photoshopper so they are un-identifiable. Oh wait. That’s just plain old motion blur.]