Thirteen days past Liqiu. Still hot. The papaya was already shredded. Lime, fish sauce, a little palm sugar, too many chillies. Pounded for a while. Ate it standing at the counter. Sour, then burning. Then nothing in particular. The fan was still running.

臼还摆在台上。 青木瓜、酸橙、鱼露、辣椒。 捶了一会儿。 也没数几下。 吃完了碗里还剩点汁水，没喝。 窗外还是那么热。 也没怎么样。