nternal hierachy. i fall down and keep getting back up. though all around
the hand holds are giving way so i rely on my legs. keep walking through
dirty busy
streets and hoping that ill find what im looking for in sunburn worn
feet and a
city that is filled with beggars bikes and autorickshaws.

my time is almost up so im out, to go back to the group and their
french fry
and cheese sandwhich eating afternoons or their beer drinking evenings im
just going
to lose myself in books and words and thoughts.

one must wonder,
which is worse?

hugs from afar
demetrius