The streets of Siam Square on the night of the Red Riot.
At only 10:00 p.m., what used to be a lively avenue was silent.
A single police cruiser sits behind the station,
a white charger without a knight.
The road is long, and it is empty tonight.
Whimsical mascots contrast with the stillness.
While high up above, the only smiling face
in the darkness.
By-Pass indeed, of passers-by in need.
More mascots stand fast despite abandonment..
The glow of some playful lights underscore the eerieness.
While colors highlight the bleakness..
A lone guard watches over nothing.
On this clear night, infinity is stretching.
The side streets were so ghostly, so deserted...
...even a serene shrine looked haunted.
Smiling toys look out over another lifeless lane.
As two locals sit in the dark, contemplating the day.
Empty benches dot the front of an empty parking lot.
A Vespa waits for its owner.
A lonesome guard on a lonely corner.
A tuktuk breaks the silence, before vanishing into the night.
And at the end of the road, the ironic light.