It’s cold in Firenze.
The room I am is 1.5x4.3m. Has no heating.
Am I the Alien or is it the city?
I’m clutched to a corner, shivering. I can see my own breath
inside the house. I’m down to my last cigarette.
This doesn’t bother me that much to the fact that I haven’t had any real human
interaction since July 5th. It actually can be “felt”, physically, the depression.
I look diseased, ill. My eyes are just sad. Cold.
I hope that changes soon.
