I don’t like living in the city. I don’t like rising before the sun to a chorus of sirens. I don’t like looking out with ancient eyes that expect sweeping plains and sparkling rivers and the green shade of towering forests only to see an unnatural collage of grey-brown rectangles instead. I don’t like searching for lukewarm fragments of human interaction to stave off the loneliness that advances nonetheless like an eternal rising tide in that accursed sea of cubes.
Damnnnn. Beautiful metaphors.
the writing and the picture are so beautiful, I feel the resonance
Such a good title, such an engaging post. Why wouldn't I read it?