“The city was a machine of its own, continuously producing. We were constantly pumped out through its assembly line, in different forms or models. We came hardwired with different stories, dark secrets, vices, and defects. Over time, we fail and… — Cristina Martin Copy Share Image
“The city was a machine of its own, continuously producing. We were constantly pumped out through its assembly line, in different forms or models.… — Cristina Martin Copy Share Image
“If you focus your eyes towards the horizon, everything and everyone walking in front of you becomes a blurry mass. That's what everyone else became. All of their dark wool suits began to mesh into one, and they began to rhythmically march in unison, all while I gazed at the sliver of sky that seemed to be pressed tightly in… — Cristina Martin Copy Share
“Her eyes were a rich dark brown that were so deep, they reminded me of my sleepless nights, awake, staring into complete darkness. I… — Cristina Martin Copy Share Image
