Not dying, but dead.
This city, my city.
My whole life.
Ugly faces, uglier souls.
No ambition, no aspiration.
Time passes by like a chore.
Uninspiring.
Corrupt.
Banal.
Mediocre minds living in a bubble.
Trying to bring down whoever dares to rise.
Inconsequential.
This city, my city.
My home.
