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Saigon night

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A hole in the city drags me along the lights of Saigon at night, bright, bustling in my mind. The sound of heavy breathing, the sound of motorbikes, the sound of wind entering the helmet, next to the earlobe, the indistinct buzzing. In here, the roads and the human connection is sometimes seamless, sometimes broken. And each person is separated by their own thoughts, as well as the distinct color of each individual living together. A sudden sense of Saigon.