Siem Reap, Cambodia.
From the frontier, ideas about paradise lost, a travel blog, and other online correspondence, etc.
Monday, December 1, 2014
When home is the scene of the crime.
Never really thought that this image would qualify as home but
after being away for almost two weeks it feels just all too normal. Pub
Street is the backpacker and tourist epicentre of Siem Reap, loaded with
all things unrighteous and the scene of the crime for many bad
decisions. I don't stop there but it's where I get dropped off because
everybody knows where it is. I walk through and for that minute or two
it's possible to just be lost in the fray of consumerist tourist
privilege. Somehow that level of fucked up offers a level of backwards
comfort, knowing that we're all so okay with our misconstrued idea of
what is good. On the other side I squirrel down an alley and find my
little haunts and sit with a drink and write things like this on napkins
and receipt paper.
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