Walk along an artery like Sukhumvit Road; the Skytrain omnipresent above your head, the buildings striking up and down like piano hammers. Ignore the city’s supra-urban excesses, its love for sale, its hovering haze. Look for its ghost houses, the intricacies of its worship, the sensitivity of its wai, its beguilingly balanced cuisine. And it will not be the city imposing its will upon you, but you soaking up its humid vitality until even your hair coils into springs.
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About the Author: saaleha
I am a freelance writer and photographer (look for me as ShootCake). I have an MA in Creative Writing from the university currently known as Rhodes and some of my work has appeared in local literary journals. A food pornographer by calling, I would like to one day create a confessional recipe book in measures of rhythm and breath.