It’s getting very tight around there, seriously very squeezy. From outside in and inside out, tourist infiltrated infected areas are imploding and bulging in ever increasing gasps of hyperinflation and severe suffocation.
And as if it’s just another normal day, Bali dogs and Bali people just go about their business, attempting to adapt and flow with it all. But it’s the older beings, dog and people, who are struggling of course. The change to their environment has been progressively rapid and chaotically brutal. Watching old Bali dogs and old Bali people shuffle and amble on and off streets and paths where death can and does happen at any given moment, is all at once humbling and gut wrenching.
They are the images of a very long bygone era. Yet they are still visions what Bali holds on to, still living and breathing, through fumes and chemical pollution. The younger Bali canines and Bali humans are hybrids, mixing and synchronizing into fast paced survivors, bringing the Island into a modern portrait of chaotic movement mayhem and crunch. This is modern present Bali, it’s not good bad or indifferent, it just is.
Yet the past still exists, for now. Of course that will also change; there is no escape from that. But for now, out and away from the bulge and bluster, life for those old dogs and people remains as stable and as serene as life in a Bali village can be. Even the young and upcoming new versions have a less cacophonous introduction to what will eventually swamp them.
So for those who are bent in such a way that excitement is generated from seeing and observing Bali dogs and Bali people doing what they have always just simply done. Get out there; get away from the inner, go to the outer. To those village environments, places and spaces, still open to flow and expansion, not crunch and constriction.