3/23/2016.
Slow start.
Crisis of self.
Wine.
Shree Pashupatinath.
Settle back into the woods and visit the cracked and crumbling temples. Head
back down the hill. Watch the cremations. See Hanuman steal the organs that the
deceased’s family is supposed to bury in the river. He stomps on the sheet
metal roof over the cremation ghat. Thunderous, grievous sounds roll over the smoking,
stinking, holy Bagmati.
Back to my hotel.
Drink the last bottle of wine while taking drags off of my cigarettes as the light fades.
Close my window to Kathmandu one last time.
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