Dinas177
The sun doesn't care if you're tired. It just burns.
He has no name, no goal, no plan. Just cigarettes, a past he can't bury, and the endless sun above him.
His mother is dead. The sea still moves. People speak, but he rarely answers.
The days blur together in heat, silence, and the absurd repetition of a world that offers nothing.
But even nothing gets heavy after a while.
Dust Beneath the Sun is a quiet, philosophical descent into the mind of a man who watches life from the outside - numb, curious, maybe already dead inside.
For those who've ever felt like strangers in their own life.