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the sides of most every building seem in disrepair. there are long black streaks covering every whitewashed wall face; their long decrepidating arms yearning downwards to the earth corroding a path to the roots of the foundation.
a false confidence in economic growths have produced a modern consumer who buys cars by the millions, thus producing a capital that chokes in its own 'success.' the environmental woes of this land suffer greatly, as acid rains wash through the streets, and burn slowly away any hint of structural and metrophysical progress.
there are endless numbers of construction projects going on, each at unknown points of development. bamboo scaffolding runs rampant. the other day i saw a man sleeping on a bed of steel bars, while a flatbed truck drove him and it's refined materials to an unknown destination.
it's fascinating that those who have governmental power dream of a pristine strong unified country, leaping back to it's feet from the crumble of the baht in 1997. only 7 years on, i have yet to see any real positive growth.
too much is leaning on the profits of foreign companies. there is no confidence in the countries own resources. OTOP products are rendered nearly useless; a commodified second-rate attempt at reviving the national pride in its own resources. it's the near-last breath of the hopeful.
i walk through the alleyways looking up and ancient structures; the tiles falling to ruin, the metals all tarnished and bronzed beyond recognition, the feeling of old, wasted time, broken promises, an ill-planned revolution.
the train of thought shifts between pride and immense overwhelming sadness. and one feels helpless against the onslaught of progress as it stands. the clouds gather above, dark earthy brown and collectively black; the waters aching for release.
i look to the cracked red eaves of a chinese herbal store for temporary shelter.
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