Sincerity to be found in lovely lit alleys -at least when the pimps have gone away and you promise the hookers a life of safety. Everything they tell you is everything you have already heard, nonetheless you feign interest, as to make a movie about their heartfelt stories. You pretend to listen to them, to comfort them. You tell them everything will be OK and as soon as those words leave your mouth, your stomach protests to the lie. Counting back, you realize you only have three more days left. Three more days until that damn chip in your stomach will explode, which will most definitely the end of your relationship with this world.
(to be continued...)