The tiles were a burning stove below his feet. The humidity was the lid that covered him from above. Even the gaze of Ho Chi Minh couldn’t stop him. The security guard at the post office floated in his fifth dream while the honks tucked him in, and his coffee cooled down on the blue plastic chair.
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Ho Chi Minh City 2022. Created using watercolour and ink on Moleskine watercolour sketchbook, A5 format.
