Volatile moods

I can't take it anymore. This city. These streets. These buildings. These bridges. These cars. This house. This lack of activity. This lack of excitement. This static scenery everyday.

There is no greenery worth looking at. Nothing is lush. All the trees have a carpet of dust on them. The green is dull. There are no hues.

There are too many people. There is too much noise. There are too many shops. There are too many signals. There is nothing to do. There is no simplicity. There is no beauty.

It's claustrophobic. It's nauseating. It's disgusting.