Anything Goes : I lost my wood in the city by Minh Nguyen

(experimental photo album shoot by’ koby) I feel utterly lost. Around me, the city has gradually lost all its color. The air has become heavy, sticky, almost impossible to breathe. It's a space saturated with bad things that seep in and cloud my mind: the din of stress, the dizzying anxiety about the future, and even the complex torments of love. Everything has blended into a fog that suffocates and alienates me. I felt this visceral need to flee, to return to something purer, more organic. Nature. I wanted to rediscover that state of grace I knew as a child, that primal simplicity before the modern world robbed me of my instincts. That's why I say I've "lost my woods" in this city. Civilization has robbed me of my crown, my wild side. So, I started walking. I wandered like a vagabond to escape the noise, plunging into the mineral world, the rock, and the mist. I needed to shed this urban shell. I abandoned my old rags—that t-shirt left on a dead branch, caught in the barriers of an artificial world I reject. I needed to find an absolutely calm place, a sanctuary far from prying eyes, where the silence would allow my thoughts to settle and become good again. I needed to get closer to the beast within to save the man inside me. And at the end of this long, silent healing, I found it. This mirror placed directly on the ground. It's not just a reflection frozen in stone; it's a true water portal. A door between two dimensions. I know that by crossing it, the grayness and the stress will remain on this shore. On the other side of this dark water, I will finally be able to breathe. There, the air will be pure, my thoughts will be clear, and I will finally be able to be happy.