Akbar Ergashev

The Plastic Paradox

The sun was setting over the city skyline, casting a warm orange glow across the bustling streets below. I stood on my apartment balcony, a cup of steaming coffee in hand, taking in the familiar sights and sounds of urban life. The convenience of this world has always been a comfort to me—everything at my fingertips, just a click away. But little did I know, behind the façade of this modern paradise, a troubling reality was lurking.