It Comes and it Goes:
A DAY TRIP TO CHATCHAK WEEKEND MARKET
I am still haunted by the last, gargled words that the old man spoke...it seemed at first just an afterthought, a fever raving of a hero that had stood toe-to-toe with the minions of death, who had looked it directly in the eyes and hadn’t blinked; then, there was a deeper sense of it be a cryptic message for which I lacked access to my “Little Debbie” Decoder Ring to break it’s sophisticated code.
Finally, as I started this book; it was then that I understood all too well what the old man was saying...it was a prediction, a dire warning to the rest of us who fate had elected to carry on in the restoration, the tasks and functions of rebuilding proper society, civilization, itself.
“What was once shall be No more!”
Several months ago, this tourist-based theme market normally would host over 20,000 people in and between its narrow alleyways.