Wires on the street

look so different from anywhere else...

Wires on the street in Chiang Mai look so different from anywhere else. I think it’s the opposite of German order.

They hang in dense, tangled clusters above the roads, looping and crossing without clear logic. In places shaped by strict systems, wires are hidden, disciplined, invisible. In Chiang Mai, they remain exposed, carrying the marks of time—lines added, repaired, abandoned, yet never removed.

What looks like chaos is really accumulation. The city grows without erasing its past. These wires reflect a different kind of intelligence: not perfection, but adaptation. They remind me that complexity is sometimes honesty—and that order is not the only way a city, or a life, can function.