driftreality
Jun 6th, 2001
Jun 6th, 2001
Streets of Colombo
Walking through the streets of Colombo, I recalled a letter my Father had written me while I had been struggling to adjust to life in Korea.
“Like all things in life: evolution, change, adaptation, are all part of being a living organism. I no longer consider the things that I see here to be out of ordinary: Cows crossing the street, rows upon rows of dilapidated shacks made from discarded bits of tarpaulin, tin, and cardboard.
These ram-shackle shelters line long stretches of the streets I travel everyday.
A mass of cars, rusty buses, trucks, motor cycles, bicycles, cows, and dogs, cut through the haze of black smoke and dissonant sounds of horns, giving an overwhelming impression of human neglect, ignorance, and decay.”
