I have never experienced such loneliness and such despair. Four out of five people I meet don't know my name. And the fifth hesitates. All alone in a city that pretends to be itself, in a city that does not know its own name. Breeeendaaaaaan, I shout. Breeendaaaaan. Only you and your cycinysm can save me out of this fucking misery. Please, come move in with you. I won't harass you. I will only photocopy the pages you like, I will stay put in case of emergency. I will eat my chicken, I will clean your ears. I will never force you when it comes to sex. I can't live like this. Without you and on my own.