...ven Sills 1 He assumed that in being exhausted from sporadic fits of sleep and wakeful spans of dull, hypnagogic thoughts matching the inertia of his ... ...e would finally become ensconced there, in this train jostling him around, and at last fall asleep. This was his hope; but in the meantime there was a... ...was his hope; but in the meantime there was a languid battle with insomnia and inordinate time that he, from his "exalted tomb," disdainfully sullied.... ... of the Descending Sun (Wat Kham) to pull up the umbrella that was briefly turned inside-out from a strong gust. Then she continued to quickly walk aw... ...d died long before he was born and that here he was, just a few hours from turning forty himself (he was going to consider himself 39 for as long as h... ...ide of his pillow. In the middle of the particular dream he was now in, he turned sharply on his left side and he would have fallen from the precipice... ... Although the skinless nude lying there was a bit like a boy praying after slipping out of his clothes, forgetful of getting into his pajamas, the gec... .... He thought about how easily a man in these idle hours of a holiday could slip into a specific moment as a teenager or as a child. A boy always outgr... ...mself was almost like a dizziness. It was as if in part he had momentarily slipped out of his body and brain to become an on-stage caricature whom he,...

... a famous prostitute painter suffering a midlife crisis, he abandons supercilious makings of wealth for a train trip ride to Laos where he repudiates and ventures onto something new...