siem reap

when dipping in and out of lands, you get to visualise your version of theirs. friendly, sober, sad, watchful, still, knowing. even the cows look sad here. most are a sack of bones with thin white skin draped sagging low.. the faces have seen most and now we enter bearing fresh dollar bills. you think you know, for sure you dont want cheap souveniers. you think you have judged but you'll never get in. red dust flies into our faces, caked on cheap sunglasses, a track can exhaust some black on you. at night you'll never sleep, be it for some animal noises or insect fear. or heat, sheer fog inside. pumpkin bellies, uploading to facebook. some sit alone, waiting to be approached, suddenly friendly. its easy to feel lost in a land, amazing to feel comfortable and welcome. crystal powers, brainstorming for answers.