the heidelberg it prints on
The gossip is running late and using my press. Haven’t finished all the pages cause I don’t have to. Every day I dump a couple forms onto my hard-disk and hang out with the guys in the film room. I still speak Sinhala worse than a two year old but I can smile like its my job. The film prints in like 30 minutes, unless someone else is in the queue. Besides that I shoot the shit with the printer, but it doesn’t make anything move faster. I like the press though, it smells really good. I think I have an office somewhere but I never go there. Finally got my national ID, which is basically a license. I have discovered a whole ‘nother level of stress.
the most recent picture i took on the bus
Driving in Sri Lanka is batshit insane. It’s only safe cause you rarely go above 20km per hour. Like everything else, the bar is low. As long as I’m not pushing a trolley in bare feet or herding cows I feel like I’ve done my part for the community. Anything else – like turn signals or brake lights – is gravy. Spend a lot of time going in reverse which is OK cause its my mom’s Vitz. The thing is not so Vitzy, as I have to literally floor it and then wait 20 seconds to overtake anyone. It was fun for a day, but then I realized that the ride back to Battaramulla is godawful boring when you’re conscious. Here’s another picture. It symbolizes another distraction, and violent cerebral hemmoraghing .