Travel

Its the little things I notice when I go overseas. The size of the arrows on the roads are different, smell of the air is strange, the colour of the earth dug out by road works and construction sites is a completely different coulor.

These are the things that let me know I am in a different place.

There was a dying man in the house when I arrived in the early afternoon.

When I came home everything was crisp and chilled. Houses always get like that when people are away. Its as if they go in to a cold suspension, a cryogenic sleep when there aren't people around to animate them. Every time I go back to malaysia I am struck by the force of love. Its like an avalanche, warm and cold and suffocating and incredibly beautiful all at once.