Drone On
TRIGGER WARNING: Some gore, anxiety From the start of the day, droning on, you didn’t really realize when and where the time went. Before you know it, it’s time to head back. You haven’t bathed in two days because the water wasn’t there, now your hair’s itchy. Bombay is crowded. And sticky. It sticks to you. At first you thought it was all inviting, with warm beaches, hands that clasped gently to ease you into this fast-paced lifestyle. Now, you see what has actually happened. The city is a Venus flytrap: it’s red and ripe, and you eye it and rush to it. Then, when you’re not looking, it closes in on you. Better, actually, because the Venus flytrap is not as subtle as the city. The very air, humid and coarse, sticks to you, and you shake your shoulders trying to get the clinging sensation off but it won’t leave you. It will never leave you. You have been bingeing on rap songs by Eminem, trying to break them down and analyse their rhyming patterns. And now you can’t think in anyth...