Maybe it's just the way I see things. Me, personally. The way I'm hard wired, an ingrained filter through which my mind has no other option but to see the world daily. If so, I wonder what this place looks like to others who see through different lenses of their own devices, a subconscious grain and hue that's so inconsequential and slight (to some) that they fail to recognize any filter at all. It's there though, trust me. We've all tinkered and tweaked them as years pass to see things as we see them, not as someone else does. It's what makes me see things in contrast, makes me maddening analyze every fiber of being.
It's what makes Nate so easy to slip into any routine that brings immediate pleasure. Today he slipped out and we had a fuckin' wild ride up to Ubud. To heatstroke and rice paddies. He almost didn't, but Ulu's was too big to surf with the swell, so he kicked the habit for the day, hopped on his bike with his Hitler youth helmet on and no shirt like a mad Nazi ready to invade Poland, and joined Mike and I on the long and windy road to Ubud. Come to think of it, I think most roads, save for the main highways, are windy. Very windy with some untold secret behind each sharp turn, but that's not the point here. It is funny though that our choke-point, a police checkpoint was on the main straight-away, just before Sanur. Fuck the police here. They squeezed 500,000 rp. out of us before giving back my license and Nate's registration.
Mike managed to scuttle away in the traffic.
