From the outside looking in.
I see people behind windows and doors rotting away in their homes.
There’s uncertainty and fear, I can feel it. When will this all end? This is isn’t a life anymore, this is survival.
Why does everything always have to be so hard? I feel like I blinked and my life disappeared in front of my eyes. Do all the people sitting inside feel like this too? Like their bodies are heavier than before and everything seems more of a battle. I can see their somber empty looks waiting for something to change.

CARS CARS CARS
PEOPLE SMOKING
PICKING UP THE KIDS FROM SCHOOL
CAR
BUS
VAN
BLUE DOOR
THE VAN HONKED
MAN COUGHS
ANOTHER MAN COUGHS
TOMATO PLANTS GROWING IN THE STREET
CONSTANT NOISE
PEOPLE WITH MASKS
PEOPLE WITHOUT

ALIMENTATION OPEN

DOGSHIT WEATHER
I WANT TO SLIP AN FALL AND NEVER GET UP AGAIN
EVERYTHING IS SO GRIM
I BELIEVE THIS IS THE APOCALYPS
CARS
BUSES
BIKERS
PEDESTRIANS
ANOTHER CONTAINER
ABOUT MY THIRD SCHOOL
ONE REALLY PRETTY HOUSE
ANOTHER SCHOOL
MANY CLOSED RESTAURANTS
THIS MAN HAS TWINS
AN UNWANTED UMBERELLA

CAR SNEEZE CAR MAN CAR

MANY RAINDROPS
SOME WIND
2 SECONDS OF ALMOST SILENCE

SOUNDSCAPES OF THE CITY