[ He means South America -- its temperatures somehow sizzling to boiling point in wake of the landmines, the rotting carcasses, the gunfire, the mosquitoes. In contrast, weather like this hardly puts him in a 'tropical' (read: heatstroke-addled) frame-of-mind. The opposite: it's almost balmy, the warmth settling like a soporific mist over his skin and making him yawn. ]
[ Opening the door to his flat, he leads her in. With all the windows open, the sunrays slanty and golden, the interior is almost cheery. But Hei has an odd feeling about his place. Like somehow, every time he leaves it, it settles into emptiness like that's its natural landscape. Even the pet lizard doesn't alleviate the feeling that the life here has dispersed. (Even Pai's shade seems to be gone.) ]
[ He always wants to turn on all the lights, music, fill the air with the aroma of cooking to stir the place out of its distemper. ]
Re: Sunday! \^^/
[ He means South America -- its temperatures somehow sizzling to boiling point in wake of the landmines, the rotting carcasses, the gunfire, the mosquitoes. In contrast, weather like this hardly puts him in a 'tropical' (read: heatstroke-addled) frame-of-mind. The opposite: it's almost balmy, the warmth settling like a soporific mist over his skin and making him yawn. ]
[ Opening the door to his flat, he leads her in. With all the windows open, the sunrays slanty and golden, the interior is almost cheery. But Hei has an odd feeling about his place. Like somehow, every time he leaves it, it settles into emptiness like that's its natural landscape. Even the pet lizard doesn't alleviate the feeling that the life here has dispersed. (Even Pai's shade seems to be gone.) ]
[ He always wants to turn on all the lights, music, fill the air with the aroma of cooking to stir the place out of its distemper. ]