404

My eyes see a situation that is immediately contaminated by the surrounding world, by contradictions that go beyond my field of vision.

I see water, a river of life; I feel thirst and something that looks like death.

I see small mounds of food in a bustling market; I feel the protruding bones of exhausted people.

I see homes built as a safe shelter; I feel the heat of the scorching plate becoming dangerous.

I see mountains of plastic collected and ready to be recycled; I feel the blame of the rich countries that see Africa as a landfill.