My entry in writing context.

A TRIP IN THE TRIP, with Lord Skyscraper

I'm walking on the highway in Singapore, no sidewalks and I came across this view, where I took a photo to witness the hubris of this city.
Excuse me, Lord Skyscraper, excuse me!
I am so impressed by your highness.
Would you talk with me?
Can we discuss the reason you are there, standing in the middle, covering what would be a glorious sunset?
You, arrogant wanker!
You upset me.
I have been reckless, weirdly content and in love with every being.
You are a being too, isn’t it? Do you have dignity?
I want to embrace the sun, the nature and the sky.
You are ruining the magic.
This is the second afternoon in a row I took mdma and I haven’t been sleeping since 50 hours.
I'm not sure for how long I haven't changed my underwear and washed myself. I’ve justified myself in all the possible ways and now I'm taking photos and talking with Lord Skyscraper personality.
What a poetry is this life, this city and this view, not quite same same but different.

Based on a true story.