[…] Margot was blasting blood into my nostrils and I could taste the red in the air, blushing into my nose, my tongue, chocking with love. Sunny days, full of her smell. Suffocating in want. That’s where it’s from.
That’s how Bali caters to your expectations of the far east. Minimum hindrance. While destinations outwardly different, culturally incongruent to our inner making we usually tag differently, “end of the world” type of perception. But not “exotic”
what was this experience made of? or was this space at the confluence of spiritual waters (hindu-buddist-muslim) that allows for thinner veils between beings of different worlds..?
vintim 