Swimming To Cambodia (1987) ****1/2

"And all of a sudden I realized I was gonna be very sick. And I pulled off into a far corner of the beach and up it came like a wretched Thai dog. (Retching) And as the vomit came up, I covered it over with sand. And the sand turned into a black gauze death mask that flew up and covered my face. So it'd be: vomit, cover sand, mask. Vomit, cover sand, mask. Vomit, cover sand, mask. Until I looked down and saw that I'd built my entire corpse out of sand, and my face was staring back at me. And my teeth were cutting through the rotting lips. And my ribs were coming through the decomposing flesh of my side. And Renée was standing over me going, 'What's wrong, hon?'"

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