Reluctantly Super
art and musings by David Mitchell
a simple sky
I looked up, instead of down. The light was pleasant on the trees and the skyline was simple. I suffered flies and the stench of trash. For art. The city smells of flowers, shisha and piss. An olfactory party all the days.
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