Eyes fixed on a flickering screen. Yesterday’s dinner caking itself to the plate. Sheets itching to get off the mattress all while you lay there in your filth. The air of stale sweat and fast food no longer itches your nose or nauseates. Instead, it’s aroma seduces you into staying here another hour. Open the window for some air? No, that would ruin the illusion. Stay here until there’s nothing else to do; until the shops are shut and your friends are asleep and the whole world is sleeping with them. Stay here until the air runs out with eyes fixed on a flickering screen.