Bangkok Flood

The velvet flip-flops I bought in Yangon are still in a paper bag in my suitcase. Back in Bangkok, the Chao Praya river is knee-deep in the streets, a weak, lukewarm solution of dogshit and catfish. At street stalls, people still sit on little plastic stools and chow down as usual. But the unoccupied seats float away.

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