Spikdi
A2–B10:34
A2–B10:34
I step out of the subway.
I step out of the subway.
The air hits me like a wave.
The air hits me like a wave.
It smells of hot oil and garlic.
It smells of hot oil and garlic.
A grill sizzles with meat and onions.
A grill sizzles with meat and onions.
My stomach wakes up.
My stomach wakes up.
I walk toward the glow of the stalls.
I walk toward the glow of the stalls.
A man shouts, 'Fresh skewers!'
A man shouts, 'Fresh skewers!'
The smoke curls up into the streetlights.
The smoke curls up into the streetlights.
Tonight I am not a tourist.
Tonight I am not a tourist.
I am just a hungry person.
I am just a hungry person.
I point to a tray of dumplings.
I point to a tray of dumplings.
The vendor smiles and hands me a bag.
The vendor smiles and hands me a bag.
The Scent of the Night Market
by @noah_95