KOH KHAM
THE POETRY OF FRAGMENTS
It is not only silence,
it is composition.
Powder-white sand
soft as memory.
Black lava rocks
sharp as lines.
Abandoned villas
concrete shaded by jungle.
Koh Kham is like a photograph
yet you stand inside it.
The eye learns: to see is to feel.
Beneath the water: corals,
fragments of time, alive, breathing.
Above the water: palm lines
leading the gaze in motion.
Each step a cut.
Each shadow a form.
Nothing wants to be more
than what it is.
11.8428° N, 102.4880° E
An island like a sketch.
Reduced to the essential.
Koh Kham is not made for living—
but for looking.
The half-collapsed architecture:
a reminder of what was planned—
but never finished.
A concrete house without residents.
A pool without water.
A dream with patina.
Yet there lies beauty:
in the unfinished.
In the transition.
In the symbol.
This island is no resort—
it is an image.
And every image speaks more
when you search less.
Minimal Facts. Maximum Silence.
– Powder-white sand beach
So fine it feels like dust from clouds.
Tip: Walk barefoot—and stop moving.
– Black lava rocks
Sharp contrasts, drawn by time.
Tip: Don’t search for the whole—look for the fracture.
– Shallow-water coral reefs
Fish like shards of light. Shadows like patterns.
Tip: Observe only—without taking.
– Abandoned concrete structures
Architecture in dialogue with jungle.
Tip: Stay until the green devours the concrete.
– Palm lines & wooden piers
Geometry in natural form.
Tip: Take a photo with your eyes—and keep it within.
– Follow a line—until it disappears
– Watch a shadow—until it becomes form
– Look through a concrete frame—into the sea
– Listen to the rhythm of the waves
– Linger between concrete and palms
A line for the journal:
I did not take a picture—
but I saw everything.
Decay is also a form.
Koh Kham does not show how something is—
but what you truly see.”
— CONTRAST OF LIFE