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Updated: June 16, 2025
As Nawin continued to eat the raisins, one at a time, it occurred to him that the real reason eating animals was wrong had nothing to do with maintaining the sanctity of life. The society of dogs was to them reality, and the world in an environment of oblique human presences.
"I have noticed that in this, your country, rural compatriots sometimes bring elephants into large cities in the hope of selling their fine fodder to the pedestrians so that they might have the experience of elephant feeding." Nawin was amused at the strained efforts the Laotian underwent with some formality of diction to impress him. "Yes, in Laos too, I would suppose." "I don't know, really.
For Nawin, however, the most plausible of the ethereal which he had taken bit by bit and pressed into this substance of "reality" was like a glacier that was fast breaking apart to the point of being sheathes of floating ice, and he was witnessing its enormous shards from afar.
The paramour blew his clouds of smoke into the darkness like mist floating above a noxious lake and this lethal haze hid the nocturnal snake that was attached to his form, making obscure all that Nawin had been able to see in the darkness. And yet if nothing really existed more than mere supposition that it was so, surely emotions should not even be accredited with the supposition of reality.
Due to the extent of his boredom, to Boi he was a suspicious character, an ambiguous puzzle needing to be solved and a landscape of contrasts to set his claim upon. Nawin sensed this intrigue but gained no satisfaction from it.
I'm okay," responded Nawin indifferently. "You didn't enjoy it?" asked the stranger. His voice was groggy in partial sleep. "I guess I did," admitted Nawin " as much as one can in that position. It was different." "Different good, or different bad?" "Different. I don't know. Why do you ask?"
Being forty and not having the desire of the thirty-nine year old to make the awkward climb up the monkey bars to the upper bunk where he would once again stare into the walls of his tenebrous tomb until all elated sleepers were awakened and summoned to their descents, Nawin decided that he would loiter in this toilet, at least until someone needing to relieve himself procured his removal with a few hard and eager taps on the door.
Nawin laughed incredulously careful not to release a cynical laugh out of fear that, although unlikely, the paramour could possibly mean that which he said. "Don't you think it is a bit early to feel that way. It's certainly too early in the morning to say a lot of nothing." "It's not nothing," he said, snapping the elastic he himself wearing nothing but his grin. "No, that's not how I think.
It is too bad it's just that of any locker room scene" and then he pointed down at Nawin's open zipper. Nawin looked down and smiled widely. In all cases it was the massage of his own body to ease himself from the stress of thinking, knowing, and having to live in a world of illusions. Left to himself for a moment, he slipped into a brief sleep where, once again, he was with Kimberly.
To eat and to sully was the quest of a man when caught on moving earth. He, Nawin Biadklang, ate slowly and pensively, making the condensation of crumbs and its showers less frequent than they would have been otherwise, for to consume anything was somewhat nauseating with the odor of toilets linking between cars permeating all and making all a drought.
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