You haven't even paid any rent on
this room. Gifts can be taken back, you know. You could be thrown out
at any whim: Kazem's, the girlfriend's, her father who might hate him
enough to kick you out. You have no money or jobs. What will you do?"
"I thought that you weren't coming here."
"Here?"
"To Bangkok."
"Did I say that?" it asked for the first time in a tone that was
introspective and self-conscious.
"You said it. If you make yourself out to be this monster of
truths I can't see how you can lie like this."
"I was with you earlier in a less bright, more murky form of a
dream when you were anxious that you hadn't gotten any privacy to fly
your kite. You didn't seem to remember quoting me then."
It did not like the merit of its own veracity scrutinized. It turned
away and paused. It scratched one leg against another thoughtfully the
way one might a scalp. Jatupon wondered for a moment if the insect
would disappear wordlessly from the weight of it's own waning
confidence but there was no chance of that. It reasserted itself,
attempting to discard its solemn self-interrogations for a more august
posture and attitude.
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