Bangkok.

As I walk on a narrow alley towards my sanctuary, I see no improvements for many urban poor Thai families. They live in slums – often seen as a labyrinth of confusion and destitution. The part where small communities are forgotten and live in miserable small houses made of discarded cardboard, rusted zinc and cheap bricks.

As I pass by children on bicycles I think of their education, their aspirations, and the struggles they endure. Has there been no development? Hmm, nothing that will bring about equality, unless you’re the sort to believe in the junta’s propaganda.

With the plummeting economy and the absence of institutional accountability, I wonder how marginalised communities will survive the hardship.

I think too much.

Perhaps.