Whilst stuck in the traffic here in Bangkok out of boredom I asked Siri where I was.
Here was the response:
...if that doesn't sum up "life" nothing does!!!!
Traffic in Bangkok is relentless -- when it moves, it is, from a foreign perspective, chaotic. An endless cacophony of vehicle and people movement, of disturbed ants. Then it freezes, and the smells take over. Wafts of frying food and sun blasted sewers, of human sweat and incense invade -- over loaded scooters line up like the starting grid of a Grand Prix. Dogs sleep, nonplussed.
Then it moves in a rush, a blast -- another block of weaving, concrete above, a bus so close you can exchange names -- then that pause, that wait -- passengers side saddle with no helmet and a street vendor crossing the road with pork still frying.
Smiling.
Accepting.
A great city.
Journey to nowhere
Here was the response:
...if that doesn't sum up "life" nothing does!!!!
Traffic in Bangkok is relentless -- when it moves, it is, from a foreign perspective, chaotic. An endless cacophony of vehicle and people movement, of disturbed ants. Then it freezes, and the smells take over. Wafts of frying food and sun blasted sewers, of human sweat and incense invade -- over loaded scooters line up like the starting grid of a Grand Prix. Dogs sleep, nonplussed.
Then it moves in a rush, a blast -- another block of weaving, concrete above, a bus so close you can exchange names -- then that pause, that wait -- passengers side saddle with no helmet and a street vendor crossing the road with pork still frying.
Smiling.
Accepting.
A great city.
Journey to nowhere
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