1st day

Street. New York. Checkers of a taxi are endlessly flashing before our eyes. The liquid crystal screens of living billboards show how much nonsense mankind can do in its pursuit of comfort. I light a cigarette at a strange, marginal-looking peasant and walk inside the Paradise restaurant. Yes, it is always warm and tasty food here.

I wait for my seafood spaghetti to be served while flipping through my Facebook feed, which is replete with stupid posts like billboard ads.

A pretty blonde is sitting in the corner opposite. She smiles at her interlocutor with a beautiful scarlet mouth, occasionally casting glances in my direction.

I do not care. I love you Sarah. And I'm looking forward to our meeting. I betrayed you, I know that. How many days have I tortured myself, insulted, tried to humiliate my ego, for not picking up the phone