dream morphology (Gorjes de la Diosaz)

It`s been long since I haven`t enjoyed silence. There`s a constant soundtrack in Milan, like an ill city`s heartbeat.
I got the chance to get away from it and admire the purity of Mont Blanc.

Fresh air, waterfalls, green, plants which actually have a scent, no computer...

And when the time runs out I return to the big city. I hope for the best. I hope not to cough too much and to be able to ignore the sirens.

Hoping to forget my whereabouts I go to see my favourite dj.

But he seems to be disoriented by this city`s rhythm too.

It starts to rain...