LatinosUSA

I would much rather exist on the great green expanse of a place called Sigiriya. Lion Rock. Away from civilization, which has become noticeably uncivilized lately.

400 feet up into the untouched air. Sun and trees for miles in every direction. The sound of screeching tires and screeching coworkers and fluorescent lights buzzing, replaced with a gentle psithurism in the trees.

Happily, I roll in the unbounded greenery like a dog to mask the stench of American dreams from my skin.

If you want to get hold of me, good luck. It’s a climb of 1200 stairs. My front door is padlocked, and the key is resting with the worms on the forest floor below.