The crickets crank up their mating call just after dusk - a metallic shrilling more like an electrical alarm than local insect life.
Alone, in a little house embedded in the Malayan forest, I can hardly hear myself think. Stuffing wireless music pods into my ears, I keep going, scribbling fragments of prose and poetry on joss paper squares.
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