Making Lists
Posted by Stuart at 06:50 AM on April 13, 2003It is 6:30 AM as I write this and everyone and everything in the village is awake it seems. After all, how can one sleep with dogs barking, roosters crowing, motorbikes speeding, kids yelling, babies crying, birds chirping...
Part of the struggle to put words to my observations is that so many of the words that come to mind are loaded with negative connotations to my urban American ears: wood hut, sleeping on the floor, chicken pen under the house, eating rice with fingers, naked children, breast feeding at dinner, dirt roads...
Nat has caught me several times shaking my head no as I am deep in thought. "Kit arai? (What are you thinking?)" he asks, wondering if I do not like what I see or wondering if something is wrong. But instead I have been lost, trying to make sense of what I see and how to describe it in words that are not warped by my bias.
Apparently the only thing I can do at this point is make lists.
