[Bengaluru, 12/8/22] An Indian friend sent me a nice message, “I'm amazed that you caught on to the enduring popularity of Appu Anna in Karnataka while on so short a visit.” The late actor, singer and dancer is everywhere, so he’s hard to miss, but you have to walk around rather tirelessly, measure each pavement with your own body, so to speak, to notice this phenomenon.
"Sun bleaches colors. Rain deepens them. Wet garbage stinks worse, however, and downpours prevent street sweepers from their work. In sap green and Naples yellow uniforms, these determined warriors against chaos, ugliness and putrefaction often sweep with both hands, weather allowed."
Yeah, I can smell it too now. Very excellent writing.
Hi Linh thanks for the writing. If you are still in India, can you ask around about digital IDs. I'm hearing that the roll out of these are advanced there. Is it true?
I printed and saved a copy of Elizabeth's "Why I Jumped Off of the Lorain-Carnegie Bridge" that I found on the old Postcards from 2015. It's one of the most descriptive, painful and heartfelt/heartbreaking descriptions of depression and total despair that I've ever encountered. My sister lives in Cleveland and I've shivered contemplating those tree tops as I've walked across some of the bridges over the Rocky River Reservation. Toughing it out in Cleveland can be hard to do. Kudos to both Elizabeth and Linh for bringing that particular piece to the world.
"Sun bleaches colors. Rain deepens them. Wet garbage stinks worse, however, and downpours prevent street sweepers from their work. In sap green and Naples yellow uniforms, these determined warriors against chaos, ugliness and putrefaction often sweep with both hands, weather allowed."
Yeah, I can smell it too now. Very excellent writing.
From the Sublime to the Horrific.
You've written a devastating masterpiece.
Hi Linh thanks for the writing. If you are still in India, can you ask around about digital IDs. I'm hearing that the roll out of these are advanced there. Is it true?
I printed and saved a copy of Elizabeth's "Why I Jumped Off of the Lorain-Carnegie Bridge" that I found on the old Postcards from 2015. It's one of the most descriptive, painful and heartfelt/heartbreaking descriptions of depression and total despair that I've ever encountered. My sister lives in Cleveland and I've shivered contemplating those tree tops as I've walked across some of the bridges over the Rocky River Reservation. Toughing it out in Cleveland can be hard to do. Kudos to both Elizabeth and Linh for bringing that particular piece to the world.
Very interesting. Wonderful essay and great photography.