This is actually a photo from India. I write in lieu of photographs.
There’s a lot of photographs that I miss. They’re things I just see. Here’s a few photos I didn’t take.
The show finishes. There’s some tissue on the seat and I wipe off as much of the make-up as I can. They always go crazy on my eyes, I feel like a kabuki girl. I walk out of the studio, put my headphones on. I’m listening to The Weeknd.
There’s a dog sleeping in a doorway. The sign says ENTRANCE, I think to Who Wants To Be A Millionaire. I’m not into street dogs, but he looks kinda peaceful and cute. Then I see the piles of dog poo and remember.
There’s two sides to the bus. Shady side is always full. I sit in the sun. At Dehiwela junction we stop, in that waiting throng of buses. Boycy says the state buses are the best cause they don’t stop, they’re not hustling for fares. An intercity is six inches from my nose. I look in the window, wonder how far they’ve come, how tired they must be. I look out the window and it’s an interesting pass of time, but they must have been looking out of the window for hours. Time flows differently, things are different depending on time.
The girl in front of me is seated alone on the aisle, to stay out of the sun. A man comes and squeezes into the window seat, unnecessarily. A stop later, she gets up and moves.
I’m walking up my street. I see another dog in front of a store. Confusingly, however, there are three other dogs inside the store, behind the glass. They’re all equally pariah. That’s the picture of the day.
Stop at the usual kade. They have a new chutney today, it looks fascinating. The fishmonger is outside, chopping fish.
A Muslim man stops on his scooter. His daughter is with him, seated on a little lawn chair between his legs. It’s absurdly dangerous, but cute.
A man swirls his tea in the sunlight. There’s something about the color of a kade plain tea, it’s almost neon. He spills it on his toes. I empathize, having done the same thing minutes before.
Across the street, a mouse climbs out of the gutter and starts eating some rice people left on the street. Why they do that I don’t know. The kade master warns me not to bump my head on the TV when I stand. I thank him, get up and leave.