another day passes...

once again...an ending in the local coffee shop in the alley with a delighted frenzy of a jam led by ollie, maestro from France, where intersection of songlines drove cracked joyous sounds in approximate melody; closing time passed unnoticed whilst inside and in the alley chai and coffee enough to keep nandae, the owner, busy and we four adrift enough to not notice...and then, late through alleys where a group of dogs halfheartedly, attempted to rob aj and song of their bread, we found a locked gate and, entered, tales song and laughter; vague threats to steal ottos train ticket to force him stay...

nothing really happens here .. we trail the days unaware of the fragility of the circling carrion until the repetition of realisation that time passes, another day descends in the darkening light...

today some weird saddhu shit, mela of a sort, gathering orange and ash from distances and interspersing them with the ongoing games of comedy saddhus and bindi clad seekers weaving between tourists and cowshit: a holy place they tell me.

as ever the sporadic wifi at Vishnu has driven me off behind assai ghat, a ten rupee breakfast of bread pakora and channa and then coffee; proper machiato and opportunity to blip ..

yesterday/today? it's puppy season, on our ghat a hard one, seven puppies when I arrived, five yesterday and then four as one died aa we sat drinking chai...and of the remnant one looks temporary and the others struggle to put on weight, slow developing against others found scattered across the city...and it's normal, again, here...this place astride both life and death; we don't become immune, there are always glimpses of our transience...yesterday a charred torso carbon sticks above the elbow shifting in the embalming flames: it's a trade of sorts, a balance...we become modified in the distorted lens of this place, begin some process of other, echoes of water and stone adrift upon this temporary flesh; we pass and remain.