I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,(...)who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz ,who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went,leaving no broken hearts,who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup
Built during the time of king Jayavarman VII and is best known as the temple where trees have been left intertwined with the stonework, much as it was uncovered from the jungle. It might be considered in a state of disrepair but there is a strange beauty in the marvelous strangler fig trees which provide a stunning display of the embrace between nature and the human handiwork.
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