Nomad ノマド

Sometimes, I have this feeling of defeating the very purpose of dressing up. Just like today, my clothes weren't ironed. The wrinkles and texture invaded everything. Mom would scold me if she see my clothes in this state. All the more that she'll curse me if she found out that I wore them altogether and wasn't aware how dirty or ratty i looked like in them. However, I felt that unfathomable joy inside