Dylan's song Love Sick is playing.
The
words remind me of what I felt when I was walking through India.
Again,
I must emphasize the intensity of sights and sounds that I
experienced while I was in India.
Ugly
and death-like smells came later.
The
carnival-like scenes of day had now melted away.
No
carnival now.
Somber
and gray air was everywhere.
The
temperature had decreased.
I
saw a dog who curled up and laid down on the embers of a fire to keep
warm...or to commit suicide!
I
walked.
I
walked.
And
I walked some more.
This
night I was outside of New Delhi and had entered Old Delhi.
Old
buildings.
Eerie
shadows.
I
saw a camel lying in a street's gutter. It slowly raised its head up
and then moved it back and forth as if to say "No, no..."
I
did not think that this was a good omen.
I
kept walking down darkened streets.
Then
I came upon a narrow street that was more brightly lit.
There
was a small post office on a corner.
I
entered, wondering if I could mail a letter, and then walked out.
I
came upon a large truck and the back of it was piled high with fat
burlap sacks.
I
had no idea what the sacks contained.
Then
I climbed on top of them.
Why?
Maybe
I thought that I could hitch a ride.
Where?
Good
question.
A
man with a hooked tool was pulling up more bags.
I
decided I'd better get off of the bags or I might have something
sharp inside of me.
I
continued walking and walking until the next sunrise.
IT'S
ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES
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