I just finished Jack Kerouac's On The Road and all I can think about is throwing some clothes into a rucksack and getting on a plane.

I am an Englishman living in Singapore. I am currently unemployed but I am also entirely dependant on an employment pass to remain here. I literally have 4 weeks to find work so I should be looking for a job but my heart is just not in it.

I should know better but I cant help think: "why should I spend my time looking for a job that pays me half what I am worth to satisfy the bureaucracy of a state entirely captured by corporate interests. I have but one life to live".

Still, that book should come with a warning. Home feels like somewhere new all of a sudden.