Zoology//democracy//art

With three days to go, there is no winning team. The streets are quiet enough, quiet as busy Bangkok gets. No screaming political prophets on the street corners of the backpack district, yet.

The cats don’t seem to care, in lazy sleep all over or crawling on pedestrian toes. Traffic stops for every passing set of legs. Still, the election looms. Posts are covered with suited lizards and tigers, an apparent jab from one opponent to the next.

Walk around the neighborhood taking pictures of all the propaganda, pretending its simple, mindless art.