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Why we need walkable cities
Life, Chavisa Boonpiti, Published on 21/03/2026
» Morning work commutes in Bangkok are tackled like olympian tasks. For some, it's a trudge down a narrow soi, followed by a motorbike taxi serpentining through traffic, leading to a transfer onto the BTS or MRT. Especially ambitious commutes may end with a walk across a skywalk or through a shopping complex before reaching the office. What looks like a straightforward commute on a map instead looks like a series of compromises one makes with the city.
I'm well adjusted, but I'm also tired
Life, Chavisa Boonpiti, Published on 28/02/2026
» In the past few years, it has become noticeably easier to talk about feelings in public. Words such as "boundary", "attachment style" and "regulation" move easily through conversations over coffee. Therapy is discussed without embarrassment and people describe their communication patterns with a clarity that would once have felt clinical. Emotional literacy has shifted from a specialised skill to a social expectation, something quietly folded into the definition of adulthood.
Rooms made for waiting: Bangkok’s third space culture
Chavisa Boonpiti, Published on 08/12/2025
» If you spend enough time in Bangkok, you start to notice the places where people go when they don’t want to be anywhere in particular. Not home, not the office, not a restaurant with an agenda. Just somewhere to exist for a while. A table to share silence. A corner to exhale. A bench to watch the city move without participating in it.
Everything all at once
Life, Chavisa Boonpiti, Published on 08/11/2025
» Bangkok is often described through its heat and rhythm, but it's easier to notice what doesn't move. Outside, the air ripples, motorbikes weave and heat sticks to skin. But, stepping inside, everything stops at the glass. The air turns cool, predictable. Music hums softly from invisible speakers, escalators glide as though the city never sweats. Here, you can eat, shop, exercise, unwind and never once face the weather. It's Bangkok, distilled: frictionless and fluorescent.
Going long on fish sauce
Life, Chavisa Boonpiti, Published on 25/10/2025
» You notice it first by accident. A faint, familiar salty-sweet scene sneaks out from a kitchen vent in the East Village, sharp enough to cut through New York City's winter air. It doesn't announce itself, yet you know it instantly -- fish sauce. Somewhere between the bodegas and brownstones, Bangkok has quietly found a place to breathe.