11:30 pm. Ochre skies blur as the thrum carries shards of headlights to, fro. Late night work. Cities don’t sleep.
I didn’t have a tripod, so I improvised with pillows and cushions on the ledge of the hotel window.
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11:30 pm. Ochre skies blur as the thrum carries shards of headlights to, fro. Late night work. Cities don’t sleep.
I didn’t have a tripod, so I improvised with pillows and cushions on the ledge of the hotel window.