...the desire to travel is a parlous phoenix...the fantasy of ecstasy churning returning...going on the other stays sealed...crime and punishment melts in the Cambodian summer...brittle words burst into ashless flames black the mouth burnt the tongue...traveling is a gamble too chary to be a gambler a gambitplotter...who is throwing the skittering dice?...may nothing ever become familiar...ecstasy or horror?...the journey is interruption the rubber breaks…