Sighting of NYC

I’d like to say again that I don’t have a life right now. What kind of person would have a life if he wakes up at 3 in the afternoon, then spend the rest of the day creeping around his room, not much of a room in size and excitement if you’d wonder, until 6 in morning the following day? I have been that kind of a person for three weeks now, and in my little pad I have learned to make perfect circles of smoke using my lungs and lips. This temporary confinement, if I may call it as such, is my way of taking part in the silent sufferings of a dream. But I don’t mind this no-life phase, not at all, even if the silence of 2 AM has become a buzzing noise inside my head, because I know time will come that I’d stop caring about the world, or the silence, just because I am getting all the sex and the booze that a New York City can offer.