Kathmandu

How to describe this city, this thing?
It's an anthill
It's swirling vivd red and oranges set against green rotting stone and idols
It's jamming through a cloud of hash smoke in a rickshaw
Its bells at dawn and trumpets
No sidewalks
No traffic lights or stop or yield, just go go go
It's rolling blackouts that freeze you in the dark as the whole city goes quiet, just for a second
Then the whole thing starts up again, under cover of humid charcoal black smoke
And candles