thanks people, for your kind words. I enjoyed the fantasy.

Funnily enough, I was watching an SBS doco last week and it touched on this. It was about event horizons and how quantum physicists are hypothesising that a method to understand what is going on is to think of the world as two dimensional, pretending to be three dimensional: like a holographic picture. You think you are seeing something, and everyone around you are behaving as if what you see is real, but you are nonetheless aware it is an illusion. Buddhists have long understood this notion of maya.

Visiting brothels gets me thinking along these lines. I think, because of the starkness of my conflict between the reality of buying another human being and my self-absorption at satisfying a primal urge.

Fantasying seems to be a method to navigate through that minefield. And the fantasy of having an attractive woman's crooning seduce me, by perfectly capturing my mood, is up there high in my wheelhouse.

By the way, has anyone been to "Ned Kelly's Last Stand" recently? I was there 15 years ago and, despite the incongruity of its name, was the best old world Chinese jazzhouse in Hong Kong.