The language of the land is emotive, and frozen, like some 1960's nostalgia, breathing and dreaming of futures without imagination. But the rain comes and washes away the fog, bringing with it a wave of heat and humidity. I am just outside the outskirts of the dusty city, breathing lighter, smog and truck smokes left in the trail outbound from the city. As the rain descends, I take shelter with a chicken and three people make up the frame as if they had been waiting for the lens.
The rain clears and I am once again led by my feet to a bridge where freedom on the horizon is a river and a distant humming of motor engines precariously fitted by wires tied on to the back of little boats.
The kids playing on the bridge have turned it into their diving platform and I take a few moments with them, partaking in their excitement of being captured in mid air as they dive into the river's arms.
'Welcome, welcome, brother capture me in your modern technology and freeze me in your digital world, so that they may glimpse the moment where i am frozen in the air, that brief moment of gravity where my soul is laughing.'
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