Curled up on a cushioned seat, looking down from the hotel balcony, she spies on the souls underneath and is comforted by the idea that she is unseen. The sound of soft strings keeps her company on this humid night while her friend is in the downstairs lobby talking to a long-distance lover. She lights a Marlboro and her eyelids close as the cigarette touches her lips. The constant reminder of two people in love has cracked her. Courage comes and she finally admits to herself—loneliness.
—Perth, WA, 4 December 2016