‘We have nothing to hide, we have everything under control.’ I watch a stubby man preach to a crowd of hungry journalists on the TV. He stands on a stage, with freakishly good posture and is making hand gestures when… Continue Reading →
It is cold. The sky is darker than it has ever been. I let my long black hair obstruct my eyes, which have seen nothing but my city fall to its knees and loose its purpose. Plastic bags creates traffic… Continue Reading →
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