I’m due to share another side of my place of birth that I oddly enjoy capturing. I thought I was just emo, but maybe there’s a lot more to it. And yes, it’s messed up that I find these somehow “comforting”, despite the fact that I’m all for nature and such.
Of course, I love colors and blue skies, palm tree beaches as well as romantic architecture, but this “brutalism”, or however it can be called, speaks to me in a puzzling manner that I never quite deciphered. It makes me feel less like a tourist or an ‘alien’, which I’ve always felt.
I never want to leave this tropical paradise, though. I resented being born here at first, because I aspired to be closer to cutting-edge technology in developed countries. And I used to ask God why the heck he put me here (we are not without our troubles). But nowadays I’m fine with all of it, given the room for improvement. Prefer it, even.
