The paradox of city life--being human-shaped islands while you drown in a sea of other people. i live in an island-city-country nicknamed "the little red dot" (at 700 sq. km, it'd be smaller than the dot used to demarcate it on a globe) and where about 80% of the almost 5 million residents live in highrises. People here generally keep to themselves; many don't even know their neighbours. It's always struck me as sad; like a library full of stories that've been forgotten before they've even been fully written. :/

Stacked
in
tins
of
glass
and
concrete

Packedlikesardinecity
We touch
but never meet--.


[Individually] [vaccuum] [packed] and
{hermetically sealed}

It's sad.