Shells
I keep having this feeling that there’s something very wrong with this country. It keeps killing the souls of the people, and sometimes I am in a tram and all I see is empty life-like shells . And not because of poverty, but I think it’s because of the basis of how this society works (or doesn’t ), the way a family becomes a family here, the parents, etc. Before you even reach adulthood you no longer have a will, a soul or a mind of your own. You just exist, rich or pour.
note : taken with the nex-5.
