Red bananas ripen. Dissolute bluebottles hum vacuously in the fruity air. Then they stun themselves against clear windowpanes and die, fatly baffled in the sun. Pepper vines snake up electric poles. Wild creepers burst through laterite banks and spill across flooded roads.
Boats ply in the bazaars.
And small fish appear in the puddles that fill the PWD potholes on the highways. Sometimes in a striking opening a new voice seems to announce itself to the world. I found this passage, with its animistic physicality, fatally persuasive. Greentrees and telephone poles flew past the windows. Still birds slid by on moving wires like unclaimed baggage at the airport.