In Northern Thailand a novice monk catches a little rest inside a Buddhist temple in the village of Bo Sang. He’s far away, wrapped up in his excursion to dreamland. In a place of tranquility such as a temple, I wonder what monks dream of when their subconscious is allowed to run free and far.

Maybe they dream of escaping the life of daily devotions. Perhaps they lose themselves in an imaginary place, full of traffic jams, busy sidewalks, and the static of the modern world. Or maybe they dream of becoming the kind of monk that people immortalise in paintings that hang from the walls of temples.

Whatever his dreams, the novice monk didn’t stir in the slightest when I entered the temple or when I took this picture. His dreams, whatever they were, had him entirely.