My life here in New York city is becoming everyday more dangerous.
It's already few days that I don't go out from my little flat.
I do not remember how many days exactly... I lost the counts.
I just look out my windows, doing nothing, smoking too many cigarettes.
Nobody knows what's going on. People believe in what I write on facebook.
It's so fucking easy in our days.
People believe. People don't trust.
Or vice versa?
I don't know anymore.
I don't know anymore.
New York shines in its bright colors and doesn't give a fuck about me.
But here I am.
Can you see me?
Here I am.