The city always looks dark at sunset. The metal skeletons of the electricity poles try - unsuccessfully - to hide the blood-red disc. The entire horizon is dowsed in the sickly red light and the polluted breath of the city. This doesn’t make me appreciate it any less. It makes me feel powerless in front of a sick man I cannot cure. With each sunset, my city dies a little more. It eats up the dead rays of the sun only to be reborn, even more noisy and full of life, with the next sunrise…
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Dan is a 27 year-old from Bucharest who lives to read, write, take phots and discover the new and the old.