. Thailand, Pai
Two weeks in, my frantic temple touring and trawling thailand’s towns ceased and i wondered what was the point. I love traveling- im supposed to be constantly engaged and exploring and eager, not feel ennui like this.
I thought i needed a project to ground me, a grand question to fulfil, or at least some heavy weight cleansed. Plus i wasn’t spending much to feed the local economy. Problem was i felt less like a traveler than a tourist on the periphery of local life, skimming along in my head. Perhaps i was being the worst kind of tourist- detached, apathetic and not much help or fun.
And i’d missed you terribly, seeing a whole expanse of time to know you better ebb away with each day you couldn’t join me.
Then it slowly fell into place; we hear it all the time, various quotes from a myriad of famous mouths-
I stopped chasing meanings and striving for reason, or indeed to reason, and just let the people i was with and the place i was in touch me. The trip relaxed into a more primitive interaction, on their terms instead of mine. Things always crystallise toward the end, if you pay open attention, open palms and let it go. I started taking more focused pictures, which now form the physical remnants of the trip, waiting to be unfolded.
got on, trusted your back.
the map proved a vague practicality-
the end is unpredictable, multitudinous,
the journey ungrand, until we relaxed-
a rainbow. two.
iridescent lights were silent but bold.
and what a prime sight to be able to have
someone to turn to and smile and be in awe with.
had stumbled and fretted along,
but managed rightplace/righttime.
taking measurements in the moments,
we’re doing rather beautifully well.