The past, present and future intersect themselves in interesting ways. Days before your blast-off to Southeast Asia you find yourself awash in a swamp of deja vu. You are tripping over far reaching tree roots that were the same feelings you had before summer camp in 5th grade. The fish that nip your feet feel the same as the ones that you caught on a road trip years ago. The fog drifting over the swamp is the same that coated your French families’ beach house in Brittany. Wading through this swamp of past/present/future you are looking for a boat to carry yourself to a sticky moldy bar where the beer is fresher than water. But the thing about swamps is that what you see isn’t always real.