My car is in the shop so I’ve been on the bus and foot. It’s nice to get out of the pod sometimes, for a while. Then it’s just hot, then you fall asleep and wake up in Ratmalana. Being on the street you see a lot of things you wouldn’t otherwise. Human hair, for example. There are also tens of buses parked inside Vihara Maha Devi Park. Then there is this pony. These poor ponies have been on the corner for years, looking sad as stones. I got a look up close and you can see the tracks of his tears.
Vihara Maha Devi Park is a strange place. There’s a two story concrete slide with stairs missing. It’s a bit of a death trap. There’s a sad looking pelican in a stagnant pond, we call him Mr. Puddles. Besides that it’s OK. I just don’t get what these ponies are doing. I don’t know if there are pony rides, I haven’t seen. I don’t think anyone would want to ride them, nor they be happy to be rid. They just sit there with their emo haircuts and watch the cars pass by. Someday I’m going to free these ponies and take them back to Narnia.