Daily Blog Post

Dystopian Picture.

I can hear the radio playing my favorite Justin Bieber song, and inpatient people in their cars yelling at other people.

I can smell the thick black smoke coming from the chimney of the rubber factory all the way up the highway, it smells like burning coal.

I see people raging in their cars and bright red lights burning my sensitive eyes.

I can taste the hamburger that I just finished that I got from Burger King 30 minutes ago.

I can feel my seatbelt strapped across my chest and the seat warming up as I keep sitting on it for hours.