The stale, heated air dries my skin and nasal passages, suffocating me and compelling me to open my bedroom window. I'm met with the piercing wail of sirens, the rumble of garbage trucks, the angry shouts of people in the streets, and the incessant drone of traffic and construction.
Adapting to modernity but longing for simplicity
Adapting to modernity but longing for…
Adapting to modernity but longing for simplicity
The stale, heated air dries my skin and nasal passages, suffocating me and compelling me to open my bedroom window. I'm met with the piercing wail of sirens, the rumble of garbage trucks, the angry shouts of people in the streets, and the incessant drone of traffic and construction.