Intersection of Calle 25 and Carrera 13, Bogota

“I don’t want to be here anymore.” – Cab Driver Monologues

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    1. Indeed. Pretty much the only constant globally — in just about every country the concentration of wealth is getting smaller.

  1. The lack of concern for the fire, which you note at the end, is the telltale detail, isn’t it? In a sense, the entire place, and the whole piece you’ve written about it, seems to be smoldering with fire and an ongoing, ever present intensity. So, a little street fire’s no big deal—amidst the contrast of the bright array of different colors. But, I wonder: is the smoke a sign of it going out, or about to spread and erupt?

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