In a tucked away corner of Bangkok, in an alleyway reminiscent of a Los Angeles backstreet, there is an address where the greenery is eating away at the sky and over the walls. In the unremarkable alleyway stands a great big door, the sort of passage you read about in the pages of Alice in Wonderland. When you enter Bill Bensley’s home, you walk into an eternal garden—a refuge from the cyberpunk dystopia that is Bangkok. The lush, verdant fertility of an Indochinese Eden envelops you in a cool shade. Here, the cruel arm of the eastern sun cannot reach you.
