Cities and Endless Thought
I entered the Gates of the city of Reohal and found myself carried into narrow pathways.
Every street had markets on either side selling everything: carrots, bicycle spare parts, peanuts, wallets, clocks, watches, mirrors, clothes, video games..
On the top of the shops were people living in tiny homes which stretched vertically only. Entire families spent years and years living in the same claustrophobic space.
Their thoughts and dreams covered their red-brick buildings like ivy. Their voices hushed by the noise of the motorcycles stuttering outside and by the vegetable-seller who cried out every now and then.
In Reohal, you do find your way out of those narrow lanes - usually they would end up somewhere..
Just not always where you expect.
Taken at the Wazir Khan Mosque, Lahore.