In the Corners of Clouds

  I don’t have a knife, but am in the mood for an avocado so I’m eating it like a pear, which of course it is, though my brain is still catching up with my actions and watches somewhat aghast at this savage picnic (helluva band name, just googled it, not yet taken, you’re welcome). My location for said pear-gate is a Vietnamese beach where I am watching a fisherman navigate his intriguingly spherical boat back to shore. I did attempt the requisite documentation of this event, using the universal communication method of waving a mobile phone in the air whilst pointing vaguely in the direction of an object or person, but after much toothless grinning and insistence that I closely inspect his fishing nets, his wife appeared with a slightly-less-than-fresh platter of fruit and slightly-more-than-usually aggressive demeanour, so I’ve paid an unknown sum (the currency here feels deliberately insane to enable ease of rip-off) for some mouldy bananas, and also failed to get a photo. Ah, ...