It is late at night. It is cold outside. K has nowhere to go. L has nowhere to be. Maybe we wait for the end of days.
K: Maybe, maybe no one cares about you. Maybe no one cares about you.
L: maybe you’re a liar, maybe you are right. Continue reading
And it continued on a phone call.
K: I be coming home tomorrow, please be there.
S: you be coming home tomorrow? after eight years be? Continue reading
On her way back from dance practice, K. comes across a recently made friend, S.
“Hi, what have you been up to?” S. inquires of K. as soon as they are within speaking distance. Continue reading