When I returned to Bangkok in December 1997, landing in the midst of the financial crisis, the first thing I noticed was the dust had settled. For the first time I could remember, the streets were clean and empty. Skeletons of unfinished buildings dotted the skyline. They stood like monuments to the glorious economic boom.
I wanted to make a film about these monuments.
Monuments of youth, and the journey home to a glorious past that may or may not exist.
Monuments of time, where rooms that were once big can feel oppressively small.
Monuments of love, when the sweetest romance becomes a futile exercise.
These are the monuments we build, only to realize that they have faded with time and are as empty as the abandoned skeletons in Bangkok.