Bangkok @ July 2008

Like a snake I perambulate trough noise, smoothness, dirt, fluence and nostalgia. The fragrance of orchidee and those hands are making me disapeared.
BKK is covered by shadows of almost living gods, they rule on streets, small shrines around corners, praying and hoping people returned to their self, at least for some instances.
A sort of cessation of mind, "Das Schloss" from K. is invisibel, no news, no papers, no Obama.



Bangkok @ July 2008 
Vorerst ist Bangkok nur ein Strom.