LOOKING BACK FROM A HORSE CART

 

On the street,  a horse cart, that strange and curious residue from a past age, which sometimes and for some people hold the place for a time machine of sorts. As it passes by with its bells clanging, you become conscious of a peculiar expression on the face of its present traveller, a compounded look, o a certain pride- of somehow and suddenly having become capable of entering and reliving a 'golden' past, a glory that entire generations had to forego - mixed with it, an embarassment coming from the acute awareness of the farcical nature of the present situation- its lack of prestige,its dubious existence as a curio alongside more flamboyant means of conveyance, and the acute awareness of those gazes that would like to fix you somewhere in the past, through this nostalgic act of yours. A rare and revealing instance of the actual sighting of a Leviathan which has haunted civilizations and was then revealed.

WE DON'T WANT NO EDUCATION, WE DON'T WANT NO SELF CONTROL- HEY TEACHER, LEAVE THE KIDS ALONE!

  BUDDHAS WHEEL STARTED TURNING, AND YOU CAN MOVE WHILE YOU ARE SITTING!