05.19.2013 - 05.19.2013
Raja Ampat, Indonesia
Leaving Biodiversity [Resort] was a bit like being cast out of Eden. When we arrived at Yenkoranu we didn't quite know what to do with ourselves. So we sat about and stared. We read. We slept. Tried not to obsess over the perpetually raw, weepy wound on my ankle. Chris talked about exploring. I made it known I just...couldn't...that day. I sat on the jetty and emptied my mind. Everything itched.
What makes someone comfortable? A table, a chair, room enough to walk without tripping, light, the absence of biting insects and flies, some breath of cool at night, not so much cleanliness as the absence of uncleanliness. And with the satisfaction of these requirements what a big smile you wear all day!
My mind is weary. It thinks of home. No particular detail but simply the notions of comfort that the idea of home elicits. A dream, an ungrateful dream.