Eyes Burnt by the Wind

When I look, I only see the soil. Soil and soil, the color of the soil. Everything is covered with soil. The earth and the sky, the alleys and streets. The walkways cobblestones. The doors, walls. The windows glasses; corridors and rooms; halls and toilets. The tables, chairs, and beds. Even the carpets underfoot. The Withered trees. The sun hides behind a curtain of soil. People seem to be wearing clothes made of soil…