Kuala Lumpur, a regional mark of development and the epitome of a grueling rat race. Many urban Malaysians and migrants live and work in the city.
I feel the realm under my feet, this pulsing metropolis.
The dark sky brightened by flashes of lighting, followed by the merciless humidity of day. As I travel, I set my eyes on life, on what society would normally ignore.
As much as I try to avoid Kuala Lumpur, I am drawn into the city’s embrace, often suffocating as senses bring about memories discarded in the void of my mind.