The Flow of the Road.

Hanoi, Vietnam – The metallic tinge of diesel hums in my nose with the incessant drone of motorbikes, like gnats in my ear.

Streets collapse over me, as waves of scooters swirl around like an ocean's eddies.

The mayhem is hypnotic, but oddly organized. A honk, a swerve, a coursing-through, like water finding the next available open path.

Even on a relatively quiet night, though, it is mayhem nonetheless.