Strolling around Yangon's decayed colonial architecture at dusk, I walk for miles through the city until I reach the river. Stop and sit on the cinder blocks while the muddy water flows and think about Raymond Carver
These evenings, wandering until lost, legs throbbing, back covered in sweat, skin tight and picked from the sun, all I hope is to sit by the water and find the place where forgetting and remembering come together. Give away and Keep. I hope you all have days like today.