Setting up strict rules of not allowing myself to use taxis is one thing, finding out about schedules when buses stop going to Taling Chan is another thing. Sooner or later I had to find out that at 11pm the last bus would be most likely gone.
But with the Silpakorn studio at hand there was of course no reason for any panic at all. Entering the university's side door, open at all times of day and night, I again entered the never ending bustling activity of the campus. Although pretty late at night, students are still at work in various studios, discussing in the courtyard, or eventually sleeping on a bench, or just with their head dropped onto their desk.
An abandoned banner of last year's Bangkok Art Project, a stack of t-shirts, and a piece of canvas provided me with the basic needs, and like many of the Silpakornian students, I also spent the night in my studio.