“I felt a light expectancy. This, I thought idly, was how people died: by mistake, imagining themselves bodiless.” — Colin Thubron
August 13th-16th
I was driving my rented bike down a road on the Bolaven Plateau in Laos, gazing with my jaw agape at the vista that unfurled in front of me. It was a little foggy, a little dewy, the road empty for long stretches. It was on one of these stretches that a horn snapped me to attention and I veered out of the way of an oncoming truck. Continue reading
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