the masses. The story was full of contradictions. He thought, "Where
are you taking me...straight...now spinning...now plunging...more
G-force than I think I can stand."
"Into yourself," it shouted.
"That's a cruel place to be," Jatupon said.
"Yes, it is," admitted the mordant entity. From their distance
distinct forms were difficult to ascertain but he knew that he was far
outside himself and to be outside of it into a world of motion and
forms made him feel relieved. But from a couple of indecipherable
forms in movement he halfway made out and half way imagined a
half-naked baby crying on the outskirts of a park. It crawled alone at
a distance from a cook. The cook halted her work to get him. He cried
loudly at each initiative at trying to appease him. He didn't like
being held. He didn't like the banana put in his hands. Finally, she
placed him in the bucket of water that contained her dirty plates.
"So innocent and yet calculating," said the mosquito. "It was
wanting in that tub of water all along."
"Oh, do you see them too."
"No, not really. Anyhow, based on what you see, wouldn't you
agree?"
"Agree that he crawled away so as to cause his mother to put him
in the water?" He laughed. "No, he is just a baby. I don't think he
is that developed. I don't think he is that self serving."
"Are these two forms you are now seeing outside of yourself too?"
asked the mosquito.
"Of course," he scoffed but he did not know.
Then he was descending or falling --falling in a diagonal descent
on the mosquito's back, falling onto its feelers, and falling from it
entirely. There he was a brown boy in the pool on the roof of The Mall
Ayuttaya with goggles on his face and wearing spandex swimming trunks.