4AM. No Fresh Air, Only Stench.

Just the Usual Panic Attacks.

Alcoholism.

I Wake Up Tired.

Haven’t Eaten in Days. Coffee and Cigarettes Are Eating Me Alive.

I Don’t Want to Leave the Room.

A Cigarette in Silence, on the Balcony.

Walk Through a Gray Housing Block.

City Lights Are Beautiful at Night. Still Gray.

We Used to Be Here Together.