Kathmandu Wires and poles

"At that moment I felt like I am dead. When my friend called me, I eased my nerves. Looking at the burning wires on the ground, I ran away and called the police."

Two months ago, when I was showing my brother Santosh some random pictures I took on the street, he pointed to the pole and said such. The moment he saw the pole, it seemed that his memory was burning again. I lived with him for 5 months and I have never seen him so hysterical.

Two months later, he took me to the gate of his school, the place where he was closest to death.

Chaos, disorder, endless spread and no ends. Those poles and wires are the closest metaphor of death in daily life-the endless blackness hidden in this colorful world.

Nepal | Kathmandu | 2021