suffocate

There’s so much pollution that sometimes I can’t see beyond the next building. I can’t breathe, I have a sore throat and my eyes, nose and back of my throat are scratchy and itchy. I have to take a triludan but it takes an hour to work and makes my head dry up so much I need to take 2 paracetemols to fight the headache. It’s altogether a sorry state of affairs.

A year and half in Switzerland and I did not need to touch the triludan even once. It’s so bad for me. I guess I’m lucky I don’t have to rely on an inhaler. Yet.

Right now the sky is so full of smog and light pollution that it looks like a damp wet grey blanket smothering everything. The smog won’t even let the sky be the blackness that it is. It’s impossible to see the stars. The last time I looked up and was greeted with the sight of a million brightly shining stars was in Africa.

Almost forgotten.

In the daze.

In the haze.

I’m drowning in the air.