An Incense-Heavy Daydream of a Photo-Essay
Sometime over the last couple of weeks – it’s all mixed up in my mind – I went to a restaurant in Saigon called Blackout. It was completely dark, to the point where you couldn’t see your hand in front of you. The waiters were all blind. The idea is that by blocking out the sense of sight you can really taste your food – mindfully; Hear the conversation – consciously.
It was one of the best meals that I have ever had.
I was reminded of this yesterday, when I visited the temples in Batu Caves, Kuala Lumpur. My memories of yesterday have already become staccato in my mind – each note sharply detached from the others
These are the things that I recall:
– Incense mixed with the smell of monkeys.
– Sunlight laced with body heat.
– Holy food dosed with blessings and spices
– Chanting, whispers and always the constant camera shutters
To make sense of this experience, I feel the need to apply Blackout logic – to focus on one sense and forgot about the others. So, here is my visual experience of Batu Caves: A Photo Essay.