The Taiko drum starts. Thump thump thump. The chanting begins, a breakneck liturgy in an insistent monotone. The timpani accentuates. Clang clang clang.
And then I wonder at this logic: why should beauty or intelligence be the measure of an animal’s worth? Traveling means witnessing the world exactly as it is without trying to change it and being open to letting our travels change us instead. There are cages enough everywhere.
Monkey on your back may be a hackneyed expression, but there’s nothing trite about it when it happens to you. Besides, it was all about the bananas.