Life overtakes all. Moss coats stone; vines smother shrubs; trees straddle walls. All growing in splotched patterns of green -- a million shapes of leaf in a million subtly different shades. My world is awash in green. My mind is soothed by deep greens, and fired by the bright light-greens of fresh growth. My periphery swirls and blurs with green. a mossy stone becomes my focal point, the fringe blurs
There once was an old monk from Phnom Penh who'd been freed from the who, where, and when. Knowing only now - no Self, anyhow. There was no monk and, perhaps, no Phnom Penh.
a neat pile swept, reaching for the dustpan... stymied by a gust
the buzzing bee zips flower to flower, spurning perfect blooms
waves rock the boat; the fisher's hips move fluidly, like rider on horse
A gambling tourist in Siem Reap rhymed the town's name with "REM Sleep." When told it's "See-em Ree-ap -- rhymes with "See 'em free app." He said, "You can 'Ree'em and Wee-ap!"
A man hopped in a cab in Toronto, and said, "Get me to Yonge Street, pronto!" "I'll need more detail, it's a matter of scale, that road cuts forty miles thru Toronto."
There was a heavy drinker from Tallinn who drank Vana Tallinn by the gallon. You've caught the great lie I laxly let fly: It comes in liters in metric Tallinn.
There was a fussy man from Helsinki who loved his town wasn't dirty or stinky, but covered in snow and twenty below the place is pristine, but also quite inky.
