NOTE: The name of this museum has changed. I’m using the old name not as a passive-aggressive, underhanded offering of support for colonial oppression, but rather because the new name is “The Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya” and — like Twitter — I think my title block has a character limit. So if they’d like me to use the new name, they need to stop spinning the wheel and buy a vowel, already.
Taken on June 29, 2018 in Mumbai.



Taken on July 1, 2018 in Mumbai.

Taken on June 30, 2018 in Mumbai.
Taken on June 29, 2018 in Mumbai.

where drab green water stands in dry season
where the light is dim and diffuse
except a solitary shaft that dances against stone and murky water
but only when the sun is high
then dust motes swirl in said light
kicked up by nocturnal creatures satisfied by the darkness
because the shadows shun all that isn’t black
I hear the snap of a bat’s wing
but never see the bat that snapped it
nor who made a squeak to go with the snap
it seems like it should feel creepy
to be in a world where bright light fires only a little oval
while all the rest stays sunk in darkness
but how is my terranean world any different?