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Secrets de bellesa que he après com a dona prehistòrica (i que tu també necessites!)

 Hola, sóc l’Eura, probablement la influencer de la meva tribu. Abans que et pensis que la meva vida és tot caçar mamuts i evitar ser devorada per un tigre dents de sabre, deixa'm aclarir una cosa: la supervivència també té estil. I sí, sóc jo qui el defineix. Primer de tot, el cabell. Ho veus? Llarg, salvatge i amb aquelles decoracions d’ossos que vaig trobar al dinar d’ahir. Això no és desordre; això és autèntica "hair couture". Quan algú em pregunta quina és la meva rutina de cura, només li somric i dic: "Una mica de fang del riu i paciència infinita amb els nusos". Ah, i les tempestes de sorra? El millor exfoliant. El meu secret de bellesa principal? La confiança. Un dia, mentre estava asseguda a prop de la foguera (i fingia escoltar els consells del xaman sobre com invocar la pluja), vaig entendre que l’actitud ho és tot. Pots portar la pell de mamut més desgastada, però si la portes com si fos d’alta costura, triomfes. No us penseu que tot és glamur. Hi ha

Living on the Edge: Welcome to the World's Most Surreal Neighborhood


So, I live in this ridiculous tower that looks like a kid went wild with their LEGO set after downing a gallon of sugar. Every apartment is a brightly colored box stuck at random angles, like someone was halfway through designing and thought, "Eh, close enough." Mine’s on the 27th floor, and yes, that’s as terrifying as it sounds. People around here act like balconies hanging off into the void are normal. News flash: they aren’t.

The first time I saw my neighbor casually hop off his platform to fetch a ball his kid kicked off the edge, I almost called the fire department. But apparently, that's just Tuesday around here. And then there are the parties. If you think you’ve been to a wild party, try attending one where it feels like the whole building might collapse with every bass drop. It’s not enough that we live in a Jenga tower, we also have to live with people who think a 3 AM techno rave is a great idea in a building where gravity is constantly on holiday.

But let’s not forget the deliveries. Have you ever had a drone nearly decapitate you while delivering pizza? No? You haven’t lived. Half the time I expect to wake up in a futuristic dystopia where I have to dodge robots on my way to the bathroom. On the bright side, though, the view from up here is spectacular. Assuming, of course, that you don’t mind being one strong gust of wind away from meeting the pavement. It’s all part of the charm, right? Living life on the edge—literally.



 

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