“Look at the ugliness around you!” said pH, like W Boson some time ago, giving me a lift on Saturday.
“I have chosen not to pay attention to it anymore. We eat, we sleep, we work, we read, we get together and we go out. We are avoided by locals, we can even avoid noticing the place.” I replied.
I have been thinking about this exchange throughout the weekend. No, this is not the final word on the matter. “Ninety-five percent of everything is crap, after all”, as Sensei once said. Let me then, once more, concentrate on the, say, 5% that matters here: intriguing, charming and sometimes beautiful images, most of them from the part of the Capital that “looks like a foreign country”, as a silly silly young Outposter I have worked with once said.
Thus, here is my brief, unenthusiastic but affectionate photo song for the Outpost Capital.