The other city. A soft light flooding the long queue of cars waiting at the crossroads. Contrasts, in pictures and perceptions. Staying a bit from everything, feeling both unsettled and guilty. Different homes different pasts and an amorphous present. Inner retreats, too much overthinking. Always.

#outerworld #moving with the day #other cities #late summer days

Marga Xeyat â’¶ hat dies geteilt.

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