081413 #worm The musicians are seated on an island, in front of a large-ish bamboo hut. Whatever else happens, they don't stop playing. Their harmonies are elegant and ethereal. Omsatigo is pulling himself, paunch and all, out of the ruddy water that laps at the tile beach below the musicians' feet. He is squat, dark, jowly and beefy. He has a bald spot on his head. His chest and much of his back are carpeted with curly black hair. He is completely, agressively naked. He detects your presence, and turns around, dripping, bent slightly to the left, to call out to you.