1. Me.
Me?
And the sounds of the ambient silence.
Me?
Lalala.
Me listening to her speaking.
She is speaking?
Perhaps!
Am I listening? I better be.
Will she speak again!?
Perhaps.

Every night, something is going on.

Things never need be ’special.

People here, are easily amused.

Some like to not care.

Some just can’t care.

Some like to listen to stories

Some keep telling old stories

Some are still proud of things they no longer have.

Some are proud of things they never had.

And they all believe that it is “the others” who have emptied their hand.

Just a few seem not having a good time. They never though say a word. They are too busy Thinking of a way to clean the mess off their land.

Man! At nights, something is going on.

Things don’t need be ’special here.

People are mostly asleep.

The rest are easy to amuse.

Where I’m from, people are easily amused… if not yet asleep.