(via Burma Digest)


the mem'ry of all those miles
gather in a ring
moonshade
purlieu
before the day
so long and so full of cataclysms


"I prayed that my father be reborn away from Cambodia." --Haing Ngor, Survival in the Killing Fields (1987)


"If Descartes had been one of those people who fall asleep as soon as they start to meditate...? But he wasn't."