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i just put together a new crime outfit (outfit for when i do crimes outside) and it looks SO COOL. i’m so mad i can’t share it with anyone or take pictures of it. i’m gonna be really sad if i have to make it disappear. it looks best with just a mask, but in order to be fully safe from cameras and witnesses i have to cover my whole head :(
Round 1 Poll 56
Select the sequestered song to survive the skirmish:
big mac beats - anosci
Any Less Than Everything - Yes Trespassing
big mac beats： 「anosci is super cool and also i think that their music has been a really big inspiration for my own. but past that this song rocks bc anosci's usage of samples is so cool and creative. like gangnam style bass is so fucking good」
Any Less Than Everything： 「local band to my area! it's a big deal to me because our local scene is just recently rlly starting to take off, so now is a better time than any to give bands in my area support! give them streams!」
Bombay is a fast-paced, even hectic city, but it is not, in the end, a /competitive/ city.
It is a crowded city, used to living with crowds.
A recent magazine ad for an ambassador car, the sturdy workhorse of the Indian roads, illustrates what I mean. The ad copy doesn't devote the usual lascivious attention to leather seat covers, digital dashboards, electronic fuel injection, or the trim lines of the car's design. The Ambassador is actively ugly but lovable the way elephants are, with a jaunty visor and a wide grin.
Instead, there is a snatch of dialogue from within the car. Three people can be seen squashed together in the front bench seat. A man crosses in front of the ungainly pachyderm, holding a briefcase over his head to ward off the downpour.
"Arre... isn't that Joshi?"
"Yes. Let's take him too."
"But we are so many."
"Have a heart, we can always adjust."
Car ads in most countries focus on the luxurious cocoon that awaits you, the driver, once you step inside. The Ambassador ad isn't really touting the virtues of space. It's saying that the kind of people likely to drive an Ambassador will always /make/ more room.
- Maximum City, Bombay Lost And Found
Round 2 Poll 28
Select the sequestered song to survive the skirmish:
Raising the Dead! - Jessica Law
Any Less Than Anything - Yes Trespassing
Raising the Dead!： 「I found it from another song tournament and I loved it so much I'm making a "Luigi's Mansion" comic to it but it unfortunately got voted out so here's hoping it gets in and wins this one!
(If I finish the comic I might use it as propaganda)」
Any Less Than Everything： 「local band to my area! it's a big deal to me because our local scene is just recently rlly starting to take off, so now is a better time than any to give bands in my area support! give them streams!」
Funny thing about Mumbai trains: First class is less dense but more crowded than second class. (Economy is the maximum human density possible, ofc)
The reason is that first class passengers will stubbornly stand (or even sit) exactly where they are. They don't adjust for new neighbours so as to let everyone use the space as comfortably and contiguously as possible.
This is also one of the largest differences I've found between San Francisco and New York. New York is far denser, but for the most part less crowded. New Yorkers actually know how to move among humans. The streets are for feet, and they will jostle with great justice. Everyone adjusts and everyone fits.
I felt more comfortable and welcome in the rush hour Manhatten subway mutually leaning against six people than on SF trains where neighbours scrunch up as much as possible to avoid the Heinous Sin of touching each other.
In San Fran every man is an island with a ridgid reef, and no neighbour, however brief, may bump or bargain him space on the seat. Or at least you have to be /apologetic/ about it. *eyes roll right out of my sockets*
Lean on me
When there's no space
We'll give more with grace
And be a denser we
Not to be horny on main, but you really can gore yourself on these horns. Be careful! It's dangerous to go alone. Take out the trash while you're at it
I am on the Virar fast train during the evening rush hour, possibly the most crowded of the locals. I am clutching the strip at the top of the open door with both hands, my only other connection the front half of my feet. Most of my body is hanging substantially outside the speeding train. There is a crush of passengers. I am afraid I may be pushed out by their pressure, but I am reassured. "Don't worry, if they push you out they also pull you in."
Girish once drew for me on a piece of paper a diagram of the dance; the choreography of the commuter trains. The Bombay Central contingent stands in the centre of the compartment from Borivali to Churchgate. The people surrounding them move clockwise around the BC group like this: first are the Jogeshwari batch, then Bandar, then Dadar.
If you are new to the Bombay trains, when you get on and plan to get off at, say, Dadar, you must say "Dadar? Dadar?" and you will be directed to the precise spot you must stand to disembark successfully at your station.
There are no doors, just two enormous openings* on either side of the compartment. So when the station arrives, you must be in position to spring off, well before the train has come to a complete stop, because if you wait till it's stopped, you will be swept back inside by the people rushing in.
The commuters travel in groups. Girish travels with a group of some fifteen people that take the same train from stations farther down the line. When he gets on, they make space on their laps for him and have a potluck breakfast together; each of them bringing some delicacy from home. They pass the hour agreeably, telling jokes, playing cards, or singing.
- Maximum City, Mumbai Lost And Found
(*I think this is the /correct/ way to do transit doors, and that buses should likewise have constant openings so you can jump on and off at will. Your safety is your own damn business; act accordingly.)
I claim to be mosquito blogging from the front lines but the truth is I will absolutely drink your blood, which I stole right through your skin, and annoy the hell out of you in the process, and probably infect you with a case of quick consumption. Delicious
