Leaving my hometown once again. This time I’ll be living in another house, bigger than the last one and nearer my faculty but that means that I’ll be also poorer. No more tattoos and expensive tasty food.
The worst thing of all is the privation of nature befitting of cities -not that Extremadura’s grasslands are anything like forests or the dreamy depiction of the word nature, but peace and solitude can be found on those calm landscapes as well. Of course there are parks nearby, but it’s a strange sensation… to begin with, parks in cities are crowded by those desperate folks who have found another impulsive addiction in sports, besides, traffic sounds have replaced the bird’s chirping. The strangest sensation is what I feel about the trees… they seem like infected, contaminated. It is hard to explain whereas the trees appear to be in perfect conditions, but think about it, it’s not a twisted thought. The air in cities is far more polluted than the air in small villages, you can’t be much of a tree after doing that sick biosynthesis with that foggy air.