“This city with remnants of war. The roads glow with an overcharge of streetlights. I smell the ocean's combustion from the window. Inhale the sulphur of post-rain air. The town dissolves inside my body like crumbs, as the slow release of paracetamol into the liver.” OceanClimate ChangeLiverPlymouthAnthropomorphismSulphurAtlanticParacetamolWriting The City Author:Sneha Subramanian Kanta