You Fish, Swim, Eat, Laze Around, And

You Fish, Swim, Eat, Laze Around, And Everyone's So Friendly. It's Such Simple Stuff, But... If I Could Stop The World And Restart Life, Put The Clock Back, I Think I'd Restart It Like This. For Everyone.

I Knew My Affection For The Philippines Was Equally As Telling: A Democracy On Paper, Apparently Well Ordered, Regularly Subverted By Irrational Chaos. A Place Where I'd Felt Instantly At Home.

There's This Saying: In An All-blue World, Colour Doesn't Exist... If Something Seems Strange, You Question It; But If The Outside World Is Too Distant To Use As A Comparison Then Nothing Seems Strange.

The First I Heard Of The Beach Was In Bangkok, On The Ko Sanh Road.

My First Attempt At Writing Was Very Unstructured And Formless, With Shifting Points Of View. I Was Trying To Understand How Long Form Might Work, And I Realized I Had Something Shapeless. It Was A Total Car Wreck. But I Still Felt I Could Pull It Off. So I Ditched That Attempt And Started Writing In The Opposite Manner, In First Person, With A Driving Narrative.