ASK AIDA - EXPO
It’s another lazy, Sunday morning in suburbia, the most peaceful time of the week. Sun filters through the green leafy trees, birds chirp on windowsills and the sounds of children playing in the street sift through the windows. At least that’s how you used to remember Sundays.
This Sunday morning you were awoken by the loud blare of your small town’s emergency evacuation sirens. Fires are tearing through towns, and yours will be next. You knew that the fires would reach your town soon enough, but it still surprises you. It feels like the community has barely recovered from the floods and storms that tore through it last month.
The sound of the siren jolts your system. You realise that you have been paused, reminiscing for a while now. You’re not sure how much time you have. You decide that you have time to grab one thing before you rush out the door.
This Sunday morning you were awoken by the loud blare of your small town’s emergency evacuation sirens. Fires are tearing through towns, and yours will be next. You knew that the fires would reach your town soon enough, but it still surprises you. It feels like the community has barely recovered from the floods and storms that tore through it last month.
The sound of the siren jolts your system. You realise that you have been paused, reminiscing for a while now. You’re not sure how much time you have. You decide that you have time to grab one thing before you rush out the door.