Rishikesh

I sat by the Ganga at six in the morning. It rearranged me, a little.

Some places are good for thinking and some places are good for being thought about by something larger than you. Rishikesh, before the bridge opens for the day, is the second kind.

I drank chai out of a clay cup and broke the cup against a rock afterwards, the way you're supposed to. I have not figured out what the metaphor is. I think the metaphor is just that.