open doors

i just wanna live within your living

9 • 20 • 18  hanoi, vietnam

I love walking the streets of Hanoi. There are no closed doors. The sidewalk is the extension of the house made for washing dishes, gutting pigeons, cooking dinner, playing chess, fixing your motorcycle. It’s the kitchen of your house, the living room of your family, the playground of your children. There’s just so much living. Happening out in the open. Together. There is no private space. When you walk the sidewalk, you have to walk around neighbors bartering fruit, women chatting over tea, families sharing dinner. No one makes space for you because you do need your “own” space. There’s just space and people occupy it. That’s all there is to it. You walk the streets of Hanoi and you are enveloped into the chaos. The chaos of eating, cleaning, sharing, creating, living. The chaos of being. You’re in it. Be in the being.