Beauty of travel
|The beauty of travel is the anonymouse sensation in a crowd.
On a Sunday all the Khmer men gather for coffee, tea and stories.
Do you take milk with your stories, asked one. No, straight.
Some study another's face and words.
Others study cell phones or the unposed their music video on a tv.
TV is great, said one, it allows you to give up your consciousness.
Still others study a conversation disguised as a peddler pulling his trash cart
Down a street squeezing air out of a worn plastic bottle to summon the attention of a person waiting to hear the air knowing they can pawn some junk, perhaps an old family heirloom or weaver's word loom in Lao village along a river stream of consciousness.
Or a real loom with or without threads of a dangling modifier; cotton or silk having created clothing for relatives now since gone.
The silence of conversations attracts flies.
No one bothers the stranger writing or drawing in a notebook.
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