In Ersilia, to establish the relationships that sustain the city's life,
the inhabitants stretch strings from the corners of the houses,
white or black or gray or black-and-white according to whether
they mark a relationship of blood, of trade, authority, agency.
When the strings become so numerous that you can no longer pass among them,
the inhabitants leave: the houses are dismantled;
only the strings and their support remain.
From a mountainside, camping with their household goods,
Ersilia's refugees look at the labyrinth of taut strings and poles that rise in the plain.
That is the city of Ersilia still, and they are nothing.
They rebuild Ersilia elsewhere.
They weave a similar pattern of strings which they would like to
be more complex and at the same time more regular than the other.
Then they abandon it and take themselves and their houses still farther away.
Thus, when traveling in the territory of Ersilia,
you come upon the ruins of the abandoned cities,
without walls which do not last,
without the bones of the dead which the wind rolls away:
spider-webs of intricate relationships seeking a form.
Invisible Cities / Italo Calvino
I just came back from Bangkok & gosh how i miss home
can't wait to develop the shots taken
it was a fine trip
Japanese living in Bangkok selling teeshirt as a weekend job
Norwegian mathematics lecturer and a part-time writer residing in Bali touring Bangkok, summing up to 75 countries he went to
Look what globalization has done!