Where is My White Cloud?

Just got back from Singapore. Physically exhausted. Extremely sleepy. Just realized that today is actually only the 24th, not the 27th.

Singapore was busy. So many people. People constantly on the run. It's so easy to get lost. Both literally and methaphorically. For some reason I dont find it as appealing as before, when I thought it was the ultimate best city in the whole wide world.

On the flight home, I noticed how grey the sky was. The clouds are so... Grey. We flew ride through it, and I was fascinated by the actual structure of the cloud itself. I always secretly imagine it as being this puffy soft pillowy structure that would hold, and bounce me when I fall into one.

But no, apparently it's just like... Nothing.

And the fact that it was so grey made me feel so dirty. Clouds arent supposed to be grey, they're supposed to be bleach white and clean and dreamy. It just feels so awfully wrong.

If someone asks you to stop driving to make them white again, will you do it? I think I would. If only I were living in a different city when it's possible to walk and not die from the pollution and dirt and heat.