The apartment seemed to have collected a decent organization, a couch, some pillows, it was time to go for a stroll.
Nobody ever seemed to be outside, but Lost continued to hope that perhaps at the pool there would be a sign of civilization.
The generic look of all the other buildings seemed like a taunting joke to her.
Her walk was one of dragged feet and hopeless searches.
Hours passed and she found herself surrounded by people.
Prescence? Yes.
Connection? No.
She knew she was completely disconnected from these people and their way of life.
You know you’re alone in a room full of people when you can hear all their conversations at once and still pay attention to each of them at the same time.
She listened to the two young girls in front of her converse:
“Yeahhhh, I knoooo, I so made a list for my family of what I will be wanting for Christmas, I’m sure i’ll fax it to them about a month or two before, my new car will have to be bought.
The young girl replied back:
“Yeahhhh, totallyyyy, ummmm I don’t know, It’s hard having two cars though, cause like this morning I totally didn’t know whether I wanted to take the Avalanche or the BMW.”
Lost rolled her eyes at this remark and continued reading her book.
Lighting a ciggarette on her balcony she thought perhaps that contact with the human race for now should be put off.
She didn’t yet know why, but she was sure that some more hours spent alone in her mind would conjure up some form of good reasonning.
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