Mornings are colourless. No matter the sun, no matter the beauty of this city, I don’t have time. I struggle to keep this pace. I need motivation for every move that brings me closer to the front door. The coffee is cold and the food is tasteless. The shower is burning hot, but I don’t feel anything. I’m late, I wear the usual boring clothes and I run.

– by Antimony Berg (Instagram @antimonyberg)