Outside my window there is only a small stage of the sky bordered by two pillars of tall buildings on each side and presented above the stage of a stumpy office building. I try to look up to the moon but the moon for me is a lonely lit ceiling light of an apartment whose blind is up…

The radio sings of love, as usual. What is a girl to do, who is already feeling lonely and cold, when surrounded by all these love stories? Wallowing in the cramped closed space of the bedroom, hugging her legs in as close to her body as possible. Make myself tiny.

Before this day is over…