It's not all so dark!

Tracing the Livelihood Histories of the Malabar 

Step in, and walk, walking along the walls, 

In a line, along the bricks aligned by hands–

One thing leads to another, and another,

Keep going with the flow… going until?

In search of light, a light at the end of the tunnel?

But there is no end, not an ending yet.

Through the wood, through the floors, through the gaps,

The sounds give you a rhythm, a rhythmic shift

Of time, of people, of thoughts, of actions…

Smells of earth, water, fire, and wind,

But also, oil, toil, heating, and beating,

All interconnected, like a wheel, and when the wheel spins,

Clay takes shape, threads are woven, and letters are pressed.