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so, i live in the international guest house and it’s a marvelous place. there are two floors and a roof covered in stone. the night air is musty but clear and the sky is dotted with stars. flood lights guard the four corners of the building and they disrupt the would-be perfect atmosphere.

my room has a balcony that looks out over a swamp. there are eight large coconut trees that grow beyond a small wall. four of them are lined up perfectly and the remaining four are clustered together but just as tall. their growth is inhibited by a large growth of coconuts that hang on fiercely.

beyond the coconuts is a small swamp. after it rains it looks like a brown pool of water. after a hot spell you can see small clumps of ground jutting through. it looks like a perfect home for the millions of mosquitoes that plague us. beyond that is a row of homes that seem to have fallen from the sky. thin, tall and made of brick or concrete and sit plainly in the mud. they are all two stories tall and you have to use a small, wooden bridge to move between them. they are surrounded on all sides by murky water.

to the right of these rigid houses is a cluster of coffins. people are buried in large, pale, stone coffins which are placed in the middle of these murky pools. they look as permanent as the stone houses. grey stone boxes filled with grey weathered bones. they face off in a crooked direction and there are five of them for all i can see. some may be hidden by some tall grass.

beyond the stone coffins and stone residents for the living there are three tin-roofed houses. at first they looked like temporary homes but now i’ve noticed families roaming around. an older man without a shirt walks out and stretches. a small girl runs and laughts. small ducks roam around in a dangerous pack.

further along in the background you can see eleven tall antennas stretching towards the sky. they’re attached to houses that are obscured by jungle growth. the antennas are fastened to large bamboo poles that sway violently in the wind. they stretch up at least twenty feet and some higher. television: the opiate of the masses.

beyond that is sky. blue and bright today. it was a vibrant day. a day that reminded me of spring saturdays when i was in middle school. no responsibility. nothing to do but roam about enjoying the freshness of everything. that’s what jack and i did today. just enjoyed the freshness.