THE CITY ARRANGES ITSELF
I don't go looking for drama. I go looking for the moment the ordinary accidentally rhymes with itself and wait long enough to see if it says it twice.
Van Gogh asked for quiet. Nobody at the table got the memo. Bilbao, Spain. 2026.
Even the birds couldn't agree on a direction. Barcelona, Spain. 2026.
She didn't dress to match the toilets. She matched anyway. Barcelona, Spain. 2026.
Everyone else was looking up. Kathmandu, Nepal. 2025.
The one shaft of light, and she happened to be walking through it. Hanoi, Vietnam. 2025.
Two thousand years of outranking everyone, and he still needed someone with a toothbrush. Kolkata, India. 2025.
Once he would have run from it. Now he tucks it in for the night. Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. 2025.
Everything wired below him, and still nowhere to plug in a name. New Delhi, India. 2025.
One version of her doesn't know she's being looked at. The other one is looking back. Chiangmai, Thailand. 2025.
Upstairs, a room is still available. Kathmandu, Nepal. 2025.
The van still needed unloading. Barcelona, Spain. 2026.
The arrow points toward help. He stayed where he was. Kolkata, India. 2025.