March 8. Bangalore Monoculture.

In Bangelore we don’t do so much. We take an autorickshaw to the Mall, the quintessence of modern India. We need to go to a Mall to find an internet connection, to connect ourselves with the usual, the global vilifying monoculture. We frown upon ourselves, it looks very funny in the mirror. The Mall does have a quality standard, but too many guards make life there unbearable. You are not only reduced to a consuming machine, they make sure you don’t move a muscle with any other intention.

We book a sleeper train to Chennai and enjoy our night on rather comfortable berths.


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Kamiel Choi

Dutch philosopher and poet, sometimes sharing thoughts on the internet.

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