30h, 3.080km, 3 flights

Nothing seems more unreal than being in a usually crowded place and find it completely empty.
For a moment, this majestic symbol of a capital was mine, only 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦

It's poetic to me because in one of my childhood memory I used to create sand castles by dropping drops of wet sand from my fingers and they turned out like those walls. While the scaffolding resembles spider webs, I can't help but ask myself many questions

Meanwhile my senses: smelling vices, feeling the soft and cool night breeze, hearing quietness, observing, tasting the tangerine flavor of my cig

Here, the chemistry of my mind changedRead more