Color chases color. Swim, though you don’t know where, you are drawn by the momentum of others and there you aim. There is your destination. Wherever. You are surrounded by the most beautiful mix of green and blue. It’s where you spend your day, it’s where you rest, live, observe, follow others.

And somewhere in all this is a man.

You chase after the grain spilling out of his hands. You squeeze through the crowd of brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts. You have no shortage of food. With this human hand, your only task is to win the race. To beat the brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts.

And somewhere in all this is a man.

The smell. Unnatural. Plastic heated by the sun. The smell of SPF 50 sunscreen, of burnt fuel.
The sound. Screams, the splash of water, all the languages of the world. The smell of work and laziness. The smell of vanity.

And somewhere in all this is a man. On the shore, in the water, in the air. On a floating plastic platform, in a house floating on plastic barrels. In the water, in the toilet, on the boat, in the restaurant. In the jungle, on the sand, among the monkeys, in a cave, on the water, on the water, on the water. Here he gives away his body heat, sweat, laughter, screaming, unlimited curiosity, cash, trust, garbage. Everything flows from him directly into the lake.

It’s not the Asian elephant that rules here, but man. Khao Sok National Park and Cheow Lan Lake in Thailand. This is where the world’s oldest rainforest grows.