"Я умный, вокруг козлы! Я честный, вокруг жулье! Я - гений, вокруг быдло! Я - д'Артаньян, все пидорасы!" (с)
I don't know why it's English but I feel that somehow it should be here.
My city is becoming really strange: it's nearly a middle of April but the weather is still more like winter.
Today on my way to work I finally reached the place I like the most in Saint-Petersburg, the heart of it - the Dvorcovy bridge. And guess what - I could see practically nothing from it. The fog was so strong that you could probably touch it with your bare hands. Seemed like I became totally blind. It had been a long time since I last saw smth like that. Even if you pull a hand out a bit straight, you will see it slightly covered with something milky. I still can't get out how the ship at my work came right on time...
This weather has made me feel my body light-up but at the same time it's kinda strange like you went through and lived up the end of the world: fog like a dust, people are coming out from it like ghosts, and you can't imagine what you will meet at the end of a road even though you know this way like your own fingers...
That's scary, really. Maybe it's me who is too impressionable, maybe it is really that strong, but I surely would like the weather to become normal - it's not the way I'm a person who like living in a Silent Hill...
My city is becoming really strange: it's nearly a middle of April but the weather is still more like winter.
Today on my way to work I finally reached the place I like the most in Saint-Petersburg, the heart of it - the Dvorcovy bridge. And guess what - I could see practically nothing from it. The fog was so strong that you could probably touch it with your bare hands. Seemed like I became totally blind. It had been a long time since I last saw smth like that. Even if you pull a hand out a bit straight, you will see it slightly covered with something milky. I still can't get out how the ship at my work came right on time...
This weather has made me feel my body light-up but at the same time it's kinda strange like you went through and lived up the end of the world: fog like a dust, people are coming out from it like ghosts, and you can't imagine what you will meet at the end of a road even though you know this way like your own fingers...
That's scary, really. Maybe it's me who is too impressionable, maybe it is really that strong, but I surely would like the weather to become normal - it's not the way I'm a person who like living in a Silent Hill...