The Calm in the Canal
The market was loud and alive. The canal was quiet and steady. Same place, different rhythm.
Moments on the road that don’t announce themselves—where systems, habits, and limits quietly show up.
5 postsThe market was loud and alive. The canal was quiet and steady. Same place, different rhythm.
By midday, the market settles in. Not rushed. Not performative. Just repetition, heat, and work continuing.
The train showed up, moved on its own time, and kept going after I stepped off.
The ferry doesn’t wait. You get on, or you don’t. From the water, Bangkok feels less managed and easier to move through.
No plan. No destination. Just walking through Bangkok while the city kept moving and my head slowed down.