Adherence to Fate

A monk walks down the alley, offering silence as steps on uneven ground, past the speeding riders on dusty motorcycles, the construction workers from Cambodia and in the midst of it all, he offers the aura of solitude to those seeking it.

Bangkok is different, in a way, after the coup, followed by martial law and so forth. Urbanites fall back to their hardened conventionality, that steady rhythm many are so used to listening, of conformance into their self-perceived position in the great wheel of fate.

solitude in Thailand

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