Miserably woeful as you can get! Hardly possible more, even in so-called slums and refugee camps… The family gatherings at the Void tables here, especially full complement with a child on the fringe venturing a few steps beyond the concrete to explore its world. Recently painted walls, a new couple metres of path added connecting two routes—minus the lip for wheelchairs & stumbling elderly—cleaned by the foreign labour. Woeful maximus. Irredeemable. Tears, weeping and nothing whatever else. Gangster infested, drug-riddled and flooded slums with rats far less dire.
An Australian writer of Montenegrin origin en route to a polyglot European port at the head of the Adriatic mid-2011 shipwrecks instead on the SE Asian Equator. 12, 36, 48…80, 90++ months passage out awaited. Scribble all the while. By some process stranger than fiction, a role as an interpreter of Islam develops; Buddhism; some living Hinduism (Long story). Publication history, 2011-25: https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/7584915877238815805/5174353156097766182
Saturday, October 20, 2018
Voided (Dec25)
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