The urban tedium. The concrete sameness. The worn-out boredom of semi-urban.
Everywhere we go looks the same. Here is there. There is here. Where is there?
Concrete and steel. The touch, the feel...
Of Urban
Sukhi wears a turban, on his head. Grows plants in his shed
Just to mask the smell
Of Urban
I climbed to the top of the building my flat was in and snapped these.
kinda boring i guess, but i find them really interesting, part of the city no one really sees.