Boy in Sukhumvit, Bangkok.
It starts to rain, and I seek shelter.
Every day it’s the same.
From three to five - it rains.
As the sun returns,
I meet a boy.
In the streets of Bangkok,
he stands still -
as the world slips by.
A shadow walks through water,
a crack opens in the street.
Is this the moment
when childhood begins to drift?
When we begin to sense
that not everything is what it seems -
that not everything is safe,
or simple?
- Jacob Aue Sobol