Trains, walls and screens.
All the same hey.
8 years passed now since I looked out the window to regents park.
I wanted to leave.
I wanted to leave in the first few weeks.
How I got stuck is something that bewilders me.
8 gone. 8 will go. If you can last in the Dunya.
Modern times. Still modern. Nothing much has changed.
Stuck in thoughts. Want to be somewhere else. Want to come home. Want to leave.
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