10.04.25: Bangkok Rooftops

Every time I end up in Bangkok, someone suggests a rooftop bar. The city is full of them, each one claiming the “best view.” But here’s the thing: after a few drinks, it’s not the skyline you remember, it’s the sweaty humidity and that one random conversation with a stranger you’ll never see again. You’re both slightly drunk, pointing at neon signs, pretending you’re part of something bigger. The view doesn’t really matter. It’s the stories you carry back down with you when the elevator doors open and the street noise hits like a reality check.