While on a train from Bangkok to Siem Reap, this forlorn and ruminative man captured my attention. His pensive demeanor compelled me to wonder what he was thinking, here's the story I made up for
"The rice yield was paltry this season, the third season in a row due to the drought. The government urges to grow rice that doesn’t need so much water yet knowing my struggle their monthly tribute feels punitive. I fear if the yield doesn’t improve there may be another revolt akin to the one in the ‘70’s. As the rice production decreases my debt increases. I now owe 36,150 BHAT while my family earns a meager 3,700 BHAT a year; we may lose our land, farm, our identity."