Peter Burges

Black May 1992, Bangkok

In Bangrak: glass towers, decapitated by smog; swallows flitting through the lattices of long-necked cranes; traffic lights semaphoring dumbly down miles of roads fuggy with the absence of cars. At Sanam Luang: tannoys blaring martial songs; the stuttering of guns; …

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