A limping man, a brat hiding behind his hood while scribbling the wall, a weeping woman with her makeup smeared all over her face, a pair of howling twins, and a cat chasing a doomed mouse. The rain beats against the cafeteria´s newly washed window, hard and brutally, while they all pass, each and one in their own way – running, tripping and turning with featherweight umbrellas. With hearts heavy as lead they flee through their tears.
I turn the cup, allowing the hot chocolate to flow over and fill the saucer; a brown sludge that stains the porcelain. With lank hair and bloodshot eyes I see them appear and disappear, appear and disappear through that window. The only thing that separates the unhappy characters from the miserable author is a perfect square.