In Bangkok’s Chinatown, street vendors slowly push their carts through the endless current of traffic and headlights. I’m not sure whether I was capturing movement, or the quiet persistence of people trying to pass through another day. The city was loud. But somehow, the feeling left behind was silence. Maybe the heart notices things before the mind knows how to explain them.
In Bangkok’s Chinatown, street vendors slowly push their carts through the endless current of traffic and headlights. I’m not sure whether I was capturing movement, or the quiet persistence of people trying to pass through another day. The city was loud. But somehow, the feeling left behind was silence. Maybe the heart notices things before the mind knows how to explain them.