There’s this store near a Stupa in Swayamba. Inside were small clear plastic bags hanging on the ceiling. Each bag is filled with water, reflecting the golden setting sun. I ask the man inside, what were those for? For flies, he replied. Immediately and strangely, I remember a line from this book: “His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink.” This is Jes Aznar @jeszmann posting for burndiary for the week while in Nepal. #nepal #diary #burn