Iii Hot [2021] — Jvp Cambodia

The sun sat like a coin of fire over Phnom Penh, melting the streets into a shimmer of heat. Motorbikes threaded through puddles of oil and rainwater that had baked hard in the gutters. The city smelled of incense, grilled fish and dust; beneath it all, a current of something else—tension, bristling and quiet—ran like a live wire.