Shire x Capitol

I live in a very cold country. Too cold that you can refrigerate your good outside your balcony. It is good thing and abad thing altogether. You see, when you take a shower at night, no matter how much heater you use, you will still have goosebumps after. It is just too cold. I suggest that architectures in this country build a house that shields a house from any cold wind and turns it all away even before the air can reach in. I have a very weird idea.

It is a curse because our faces gets so dry easily, no moisturizer can withstand this kind of weather. The consequence is, we age easily on the outside. Our skin will have more wrinkles that necessary. We will inevitably get fa cause of the weather. Though I am trying to defy that right now this winter. I will try and fight it. But since we have the cold most of the time, we barely have typhoons, hurricane and earthquake. It is a blessing that way, maybe God thought that we suffer too much already. He just balances out things.

How I view my country is like the Shire with a mix of the Capitol. Yes, I just used two movie and book references. I feel like our city or country in general but mostly my city is like a big shire, safe for our existence. I just thought about it today when I was on the bus. I felt like there is a very tiny amount of crimes. People around are nice, honest, and helpful. It feels like a community where you are sure that you can be safe, if not happy. You can walk at night, and you don't feel that anytime somebody might stab you or mug you. It is safe that way. And people have places to go, there are rules and most rules favour everybody and equality. But in a way it is like the Capitol too because they can see everything. They see what is going in your bank account and it is automatic. Everything is linked to each other. Companies know whether you are lying or telling the truth. You have to tell them the right thing or you will get in trouble. It is like the Capitol but in a good kind. Everything is organized, labelled. Everything seek for betterment. The buses are timed. Everything is in order. There is just that the sad inequality. Amongst the many good, there is still that clear division of race.

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