Spaces in between. The flashes of technical lights and outlines of unused tunnels between stations, a lonely technician working on god knows what underground. The lights of other people’s homes seen from street level, each a window into a different life. The people you meet and their passions, each a glimpse into a world you can only see from afar, from behind a thick glass pane.
A droplet of water slides down the side of the shower cabin. You can smell the heat, taste the salt of her skin, touch the glass, leave a mark, bite her lip, and pull closer as if that might save you from drowning. And then—
One turn of the tap, and the water stops. For a precious minute, life is bliss—quiet and comfortably warm. It could stay like that forever. Then, the temperature drops. You’re alone again. You shiver and look for a towel.
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