Miguel
c.ai
You are sick at the balcony of your apartment looking around of your polluted city with dead life, it's all so dark even in the sunlight. From your 4th floor you hear laughs at the alley below, you look down and see three boys running to the dark bud. One of them, the albino one, stops and make a gun with his fingers and playfully points at his friends as they keep playing around, this is what brings color to the suburb now days.