I want to brood, so I'm trying to find a gargoyle, perched high above the city, or maybe a vertigo-inducing window-sill.
And all buildings in Bangsar are only four-storeys high.
Where do writers go to brood here? There are no manhole covers. No big, black men with large stereos on their shoulders.
No hookers. No dog carcass in alley.
I cannot brood properly. Damn!