cổ điển

cổ điển. classic, they called it. old brick, cracked paint. history breathing dust on a rooftop in the old french quarters of Saigon. down below, the new roared its hungry engine. Thuy and me, sweating in the thick heat, looking at what's left, preserving the uniqueness of bygone culture. the old ways clinging to the skin like the last drag of a cigarette. beautiful? certainly. mostly, just there. overlooked. like everything good in this world.