Chapter 1
15/02/2009
19:00-ish
Denny sits at his laptop blaspheming.
Flickr won’t open.
My writing is slanty.
He is frustrated and walks to the balcony to look at the laneway below. He goes back to his laptop and gives up.
Let’s go have dinner.
He puts on his Bluebottle Kiss t-shirt and tries another website. I read him what I have written at his request. That’s good love. He goes back to his laptop. The fan whirs and I sit and listen to the sounds of the city of Nha Trang. Motorbikes, cars and horns in the evening.
Denny rubs his eyes. He asks me if I’ve seen any places with WiFi.
No. Lonely Planet should tell us he says.
Our eyes meet.
Why is there an error when I open my files? I show him how to open with Pages. Such is life when opening PC files on a Mac.
Our eyes meet again and he starts laughing. Its all about me is it? No, I say. It’s about other stuff too.
I’m hungry and Denny is too. Can you stop writing everything I say ya peanut! Right, I’m leaving.
He goes back to his laptop.
Let’s go. Off to dinner.
- E. Draconis
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These places are a nexus of fragments and scattered remains. With its strange grasslands and nebulous island in-worlds, and nestled between savage and savant, the savannah is the ideal human environment. The fable bridges a gentle way across.
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