Long bumpy journeys, windows let down and bruised in the local coloration of tongues in panelled relief and sequenced stress of scum-wrench formulae, dust and sun in the eye-squint search of a day of contour, hunger, thirst, tabulation, loss through the facial gracilation of a patterned stain let jarred on trashy sweat-laced breezes scudding athwart the Lesser Sundas
One is straight away struck by a paucity of words availed to expound this chanced-upon poiesis born in crevasses of cultural hybridity and nourished in the no man's lands of ascetic transmutation
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