Left with nothing to do the city corporation has once again begun digging my road. The dust, the persistent noise of its rummage, both are a respite out of sheer familiarity. The sneezes and suffocation bring a sense of normalcy. In this city we breathe cement.
036 - Breath
036 - Breath
036 - Breath
Left with nothing to do the city corporation has once again begun digging my road. The dust, the persistent noise of its rummage, both are a respite out of sheer familiarity. The sneezes and suffocation bring a sense of normalcy. In this city we breathe cement.