India...
13th March, 1996.
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| Dehli Streets, India... 13th March, 1996. |
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| ...the man selling bananas is only one, and what you see are a hundred of them, each with their own plight in it all, each there to survive, to make a living. The street becomes large when you comprehend all of them. Its in and outs loom up, an Indian wave poised and curling and feeding upon itself... and there it stays, sucking in from where you cannot understand, seemingly defying nature and the simple economics of supply and demend. You wait a moment for it to fall down at your feet, but it doesn't. So, with an air of anticlimax, you catch breath and wander into it all, warmth and magic and life, on your way again to wherever... | ||||||||||||||||||||||
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