I Took Something, Forgive Me
I’m in Jakarta and a young woman walks through the isle, handing out torn over envelopes. She keeps her head down, doesn’t say a word. She waits a while next to driver, hangs out the front door, her hair waving as the bus speeds through the polluted streets and stops with jerking movement for each batch of passengers embarking or disembarking.
The young woman returns through the isle, she collects all the half envelopes again. Some are left on the seat with a coin in them, some are handed back with a note. And some are just handed back empty.
I didn’t ask, I just took it, this picture. It’s one of my favourite pictures, it reminds me what I should never do.
I Took Something, Forgive Me.