All hope is officially lost! Among the many things I have always loved about my extremely variegated neighborhood are its Tibetan monks. I've always marveled at how they adhere to their meager tenets, gatherng food offerings from us locals of varying creeds and colors at the Laotian laundry on the corner on Monday morrnings, and walking barefoot or in sandals in their robes in the dead of winter.
Now it seems they're all rockin' maroon sneakers to match their maroon robes, and it's hard to see in this photo, but this one is walking along looking down at his phone. THE MACHINES HAVE WON.
Do you suppose he's texting his Buddhist Friend Forever?