At times, I resemble a quaint convenience shop in the middle of the city. Open all the time to everyone. Even if the doors are shut, they are never locked. I’m prepared to listen till the clock strikes midnight to their love stories and heartbreaks. Even at two in the morning, I welcome people. A location for those who are inebriated, lost, and desired to forget about life.
People come to me for the things they want and need, remain for a short while, and then leave.
Poetry of the senses 