Cambodia
from January 7th until March 2nd 2008

Thou shall return to dust
The powerless animals hang upside down, with their legs tied to metal racks, their heads and bodies dangling just above the ground. It's impossible to know whether they experience this as an exciting rollercoaster ride, or.... READ ON >>

The dream
This is a special place, where you can walk around for days and not be bored for a second. There is only one place like this in the whole world.
This dream town. If I could only stay here.
But, unfortunately I have to leave. This town doesn't exist, I am dreaming. I have to
return.... READ ON >>

Did the birds sing back then?
Men, old and young, women of all ages, children, toddlers, babies. Room after room, hundreds, no, thousands of faces look at me. Full of despair, fear, pain, lost hope, surrender.... READ ON >>

Pearls
April this year she'll turn seventy, she is three weeks younger than Peter's mother and cycles six months per year through the world, on.... READ ON >>

Ferries and phalluses
The ferryboat carrying her encountered a heavy storm and sank. Everybody drowned, including Ya-Mao: she would never see her husband, or his pleasure rod.... READ ON >>

A hand with a brain
I don't think whilst doing it, my brains don't register the need of another gear, because that's not necessary. The hand, my right hand knows. It namely has a small brain, with.... READ ON >>