In the kingdom of fireflies, lichen and fog I was welcomed. There's something about lights and noise that only a city can offer you but if you look closely in weird corners where coffee and cigarettes don't reach you will notice that this kingdom is there as well. It was before us and it will be after. Is waiting, and sometimes... around 5:30 pm when you don't actually know if it's morning or is going to be night that you can feel the cold air of a world covered in musk and tree barks. it suddenly hits me ... we are not together but I'm stealing their home.