a monk won’t tell you to fuck off

Monks look out at Angkor Wat

Siem Reap, Cambodia

I stumbled upon two monks taking refuge in a smaller, less bombastic temple beside Angkor Wat. They were leaning against the pillars, looking out at the crowd, not immediately aware of my presence. I felt bad intruding, but the storyteller in me, well, she’s rude. After taking a few pictures, I smiled, bowed apologetically and retreated backwards, retracing my footsteps outlined on dusty sandstone. I like to think I left the monks unruffled, that they slipped back into a state of mindfulness, having already forgotten the strange, awkward tourist in her big sunglasses.

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