displaced aggression
|She pedals her New Star bike into Siem Reap for iced coffee. It's cold and delicious. Men play chess slapping wooden pieces, gesticulating at high decibels.
Kick boxers on a plasma screen pummel each other with knees and gloves and violent fury to the endless delight of invisible millions with displaced latent aggression after a recent genocide.
WHAM! KILL HIM! KILL HIM! YES!
Saturday and Sunday afternoons are filled with masses of boys and men in cafes screaming at a television.
KILL HIM! KILL HIM! KILL HIM!
Idle men sit in shaded empty white tourist vans waiting for bodies brushing dust.
Looking busy is fun.