Do mosquitoes have a sense of family? Does the female mosquito long to return, at the end of the night, blood-engorged, to her mate?
Few things, then, are more melancholy than a mosquito trapped on an overnight bus. It all seemed so promising when she buzzed in the door—so many bodies pressed together, crumpled shirts exposing skin, and the travelers too tired to protest a small deduction from their veins.
Full of blood, she finds herself confined and, when she finally tumbles out, groggy with the rest of the passengers, she enters an atmosphere sultry and dense, unlike any she has known.
Heavy with blood she sinks in the air. Success counts for nothing.
She is unfamiliar with the predators of this place.
A gecko snares her.
(Vientiane, 02.05.07)
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