PART 2 On the armchair by the bedroom window I snapped my fingers back and forth. My soul was lost in a thoughtless melancholy. The bedroom was still a mess; tissues still scattered, empty whiskey bottle toppled over and curtains still drawn and unmade...

The bottle of whiskey stood at the edge of my lampstand. The dirty, hard, crumbled tissues were scattered all over. I was alone in my bedroom. It was the fierce breeze that had just woke me up. The bottle was empty, but nothing could be said of my bladder....