By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: December 28, 2004

There is no one outside the building. I cannot see them. I cannot know they exist. I suppose it is logical to say that I exist, sitting at a desk in a room with two other breathing bodies. One is trying to ignore the other who has been sick all night. One is buried under blankets on the floor. I cannot see their body, but I hear some breathing, so I guess it is possible that they are still there.