Eyes firmly on Sigma
Bright neon’s shinning on the busy small street. It was late evening but the street was busy and packed with all kinds of people. Laughter coming from all directions,you could hear some drama unfold in the apartments above, as well as occasional love making . That’s what happens when many people,are cramped in the small area but over the years you learn to live with it and of course,deal with it. I brush it off,don’t pay attention anymore. At first yeah,I was like all of the newcomers,shocked,disgusted and very confused but I am not a newcomer, anymore. It is my fourth year now and I should reeaaally , get a medal.The street is bustling with life, and although it might be a bit much sometimes,it has it’s benefits. It helps you forget,keeps you in the moment,keeps you alive and reminds you, what it is to be a human. What life is.It takes you away from what life, is like out there. I won’t complain,I learned to embrace it. The neon on these streets seem to be ...