I'm in an internet cafe. A monk just walked in. Yeah, a monk. The kind that wear the bright orange robes. Is he supposed to be surfing the internet? Will this help him be free from his human passions that he is supposed to be escaping?
Now what is he doing!? Who could he possibly be telephoning? I know they don't have a phone at the monastary!
The more I live here, the less mysterious and holy the monks become. Sometimes they are madly flirtatious, I tell you.