I am in her room.
it's i who live here now.
i don't know how i got here.
there's this man who comes every night.
An hour passes and then another.
smoking slowly.
Her death. was she already dead when i came?
i mean enough to bury.
I am in her room.
it's i who live her now.
i don't how i got here.
there's this man who comes every night.
I count my cigarettes.