Chapter 8 sobriety (8)

fell asleep on the 16th They lie on the bed together and watch a DVD, with an ashtray between them.The sheets had tiny holes from cigarette burns.Often she would suddenly feel weak and would get up and sit on the chair opposite the big bed to smoke. The swirling English accent in the room.The computer made the sound of rattling hard drives spinning.Halfway through the CD got stuck again.There are car horns on the road.The lights cast shadows on the white walls.I saw that the roof turned out to be very high.The room therefore seemed empty.Naked body like a branch.The smell of children.Liquid flowed into the body, the sound of silence.Slight vibration.

The reality of poor life.fall in love.Time is thus burned giving off heat and fragrance.toss and turn.There is a lingering tone in the dark room... the song is singing, I never heard the sound of your thumb moving the petals, never really let go, so I thought the hug would be long. After he fell asleep, she listened to the music he saved on the computer.It was put in song by song by young girls he had loved before.The girl who was ten years younger than her disappeared six months ago.It seems to be a deeper feeling.A sudden love affair between two strangers. Another twenty days of loneliness

He said that he hoped that when he was thirty, he would not be as lonely as he is now.They are inseparable all day long.It is such a poor, meaningless loneliness. She said, I'm getting older, but I'm still as lonely now as I was when I was twenty-five.Loneliness has nothing to do with age.As long as you live, you will be alone. The room was dark.Bare tree branches outside the broken glass window.The computer monitor still emits a pale radiant glow.In the dark, she sat on a chair.Smoked a cigarette.There is no home.