Corpus of a Siam Mosquito

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Title: Corpus of a Siam Mosquito
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Copyright (C) 2002 by Steven Sills.
Corpus of a Siam Mosquito
--Steven Sills
"So he spoke, and the bright-eyed goddess, Athene, was pleased that
she was the god he prayed to before all the others. She put strength in
his shoulders and knees, and set in his heart the daring of a mosquito,
which, though constantly brushed away from a man's skin, still insists
on biting him for the pleasure of human blood."
--The Iliad Homer
Book I: Palaver

Chapter 1
They, with their driver, went down Ramkamhaeng Road singularly in
the scope of their thoughts but conditioned into repudiating their
aloneness. It was an early Bangkok morning with a new day tripping
over the corpse of the earlier one the way dogs on the Bangkok
sidewalks were walked on. It was early in the relationship of the two
passengers and this nascent association contained the complex and
awkward ambiguity of not being clearly professional or personal and he
and his prostitute-model were tripping into each other. When she put
her hand on his leg he would stiffen and both his legs would slightly

slant away from her but when she removed her hand and kept it away
from him for some minutes he would put it back there closer than ever
to his thighs. Even he had to admit his actions made no sense given the
fact that he flaunted her, and others like her, wherever he went; but it
was part of the game of being desired. Although he wasn't even
conscious that such a game was being played, she was fully cognizant
of these subliminal calculative moves and how a woman was played.
She knew that she was desiring him more as a consequence. She also
knew that being desired required adhering to the rules of withdrawing
from the neediness of wanting to be linked to a man and of
transforming herself into the metamorphoses of self-contained fantasies
that he would desire.
Despite Thai's reverence for royalty, the three of them went down
Ramkamhaeng Road without even thinking about the king behind the
name. He, his whore, and perhaps the faceless one at the steering wheel
as well, thought of themselves as a unit albeit an insignificant one.
They had that sociable tendency to chat at each other to reduce the
drone of one's solitary and melancholic thoughts but it was less the case
with the pensive passenger, Nawin (formerly Jatupon) who,
Aristotelian and poised as a Garuda, was a surly contemplative despite
lordly debauchery. Through being whirled in vicissitudes he felt that he
could withstand anything fate had to offer. Unlike the others, he did not
need to escape his thoughts as much as a bull from a coral. Instead, he
befriended his morose tendencies.
Basking in the grandeur of his new stature, the back seat Nawin was
dwelling on himself continually in the concern that his fame, isolated as
it was, had not happened totally from the merit of his work. He
wondered how much the licentiousness of his life and the salaciousness
of the subject matter were the real color of what could be marginal
talents. He wondered if he should change his subject matter proving
himself as an artist even if it reduced the virility he felt as a type of
swarthy Thai sex symbol. How strange it was, he thought to himself,
that despite the fact that being dark was never an attractive trait in
Thailand where the lighter, Chinese skinned Thais were thought to
have more material success,