I don’t know if it was a coincidence. There was no lightening over my neighborhood. But a massive flash, out on the horizon, was the last thing I saw before this entire district went lights-out. It was an odd sight; miles and miles of black city framed by the highrise lights in the distance.
If looking down on rivers of headlights flowing over invisible freeways was strange, watching the checkerboard blanket of windows flicker on en masse was surreal.
I love Bangkok. Even when it behaves badly.