Simply Drakovi

You know, society can be pretty ridiculous sometimes. It's like we're all caught up in this crazy loop of chasing after things that don't really matter. With social media taking over our lives, it's easy to get sucked into this world where everything's about likes, followers, and being "perfect." And don't even get me started on influencer culture – it's like we're worshiping these people who are famous for, well, being famous. Plus, there's this pressure to fit in and not rock the boat. It's like we're all expected to follow the same script – go to school, get a job, buy stuff we don't need – without questioning if it actually makes us happy. And let's not forget how messed up things can get when money and power come into play. It's like some people will do anything to get ahead, even if it means screwing over others or trashing the planet. But hey, it's not all doom and gloom. I think if we start being more real wi...

"Echoes of Desolation: A Portrait of Urban Decay in Tucson" by Drakovi Bloodrose  In the sprawling expanse of Tucson, a city once vibrant with the promise of opportunity and community, now lies a desolate tableau of urban decay. As I traverse the cracked sidewalks, each step echoes with the mournful crunch of broken glass and the hollow clang of discarded metal. The once bustling thoroughfares, now mere vestiges of their former glory, are marred by the detritus of neglect. Garbage bags, split open like festering wounds, spill their contents onto the pavement, a grim mosaic of forgotten possessions and discarded dreams. Abandoned furniture, weathered and worn by the relentless sun, stands as silent sentinels to the passage of time, their silent testimony to the gradual erosion of hope in the face of adversity. The air hangs heavy with the acrid stench of decay, mingling with the sickly sweet scent of fentanyl that wafts through the alleys like a toxic breeze, a constant remind...