Stony landscapes. Not mountains. Walls made of accomodations.

My sky is a strip of light when I raise my head.

Life is dense here. A man is shouting. Young girls order kebabs. Laughter. Honking cars. Smelly trains. Fast taxis. Slow tourists. Two lovers are making out on the platform of the station.

These images may suggest otherwise.

Where are the people?

Just out of the frame. I am pretty sure.