First paragraph :
It's a dim light that comes through, a very little amount, I open my curtains to see everything better . The air is heavy and my lungs hurt, but I'm used to it, no one complains anymore, we have adapted to this horrible disaster that our ancestors have left us. We might have adapted to it but we will never get to know how it feels like with fresh air, clean water, and stars at night. That's what everyone dreams of, but it will stay a dream.