Silence emerges from the sound of rain and spreads in a crescendo of gray monotony over the narrow street I gaze down at. I’m sleeping on my feet, standing by the window, leaning against it as if there were nothing else in the world.

I search in myself to find what feelings I have before these falling threads of darkly luminous water standing out clearly against the grubby buildings and their open windows. I don’t know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don’t know what I think or what I am.