Choked to Death
Bangkoks’ traffic chokes the life from you, and brings the city to a dead stop, so I step out of the cab and into a bar. Inside; low light, dirty tables, a lurid drawing of Alice in Wonderland supping tea with the Hatter, and a couple of young Thai men holding their friend, heavily flushed and clinging to a cigarette like a drowning sailor.
Overgrowth
Vegetative chaos, mutilated brickwork and mortar order. Gravity pulls rubble from walls, water from drains, glass from broken windows, objects fall without warning. The exposed bricks crumble like properly cooked toast, construction workers swarm like surgeons, disassembling blocks of the city, a state of constant flux, transformation, death and rebirth.
The Plague Diaries Part 4: Who Wants to Live Forever
There’s an old saying in my language. Roughly translated, it goes: “at first, you think you’re inside Freddy Mercury, but after a while, you realise Freddy Mercury is inside of you.”