Unopened envelopes, letters and bills piled neatly on the table.
Limp clothes hanging over the stationery bike, both used and forgotten.
Outside the window, a lady laughs with her drunken neighbours.
Inside, by the bed lies brown project files, pencils and crumpled papers.
Snapshots of objects, intentions and responsibilities, all a little forlorn.
For the girl, from this world, she temporarily retreats from.
Traipsing through an alternate universe in the life of another.
This is her reality, this is her truth, because tonight…
‘Being still, and doing nothing are two completely different things.’
– Karate Kid (2010)