Bamboo Hut Breakfast : Koh Phangan, Thailand

Nietzsche. Beyond Good and Evil lying on the table. Topped. Waterbottles: 2, clear, too smooshy plastic. English accents. Ludwig Von Beethoven. 6-sided coiled mosquito fuming on the upturned orange frisbee. Benjamin and Paul playing Backgammon, both dice throwers brown unused on the side. Jagged hardwood tables. Sit on the floor on the floor pads on the carpet on the floor. Rain again on the Bamboo Huts on the rock cliff over the bay. Ketchup on the table: Heinz. Ash trays, one ashed with joint end still sitting on the lip divot. Newspaper, read and folded on the table. Bangkok Post. "I would just call them Jewish," I say to Paul as he asks me what Jewish people are considered. Pink napkins on the right bamboo holder, the left one is empty, half taken by myself for mobile toilette paper. Lighter, clear pink-purple up on its end next to the jar of sugar. Salsa and soy sauce on the table in the rack of condiments. Tabasco Sauce and others. White binder, Benjamin's. English women eating Thai breakfast. Benjamin's work folder. He is working, getting high and playing Backgammon. Red, black, white, yellow-wearied plastic carpet. "I stayed up and had a party with myself." laughter from the English woman now joined by another English woman. Recently washed hair. Brown. Sand brown. Plastic rigged water bottle close-security on the table by the wilted pink-thin napkin.