everything and everybody

six

phil wished he had gone out.

nothing interesting was on the television, and there was nothing interesting in his apartment. and he didn't have any friends. yet.

that was something he was working on, so don't worry. he'd find them, somewhere.

but he couldn't, because fuck, now it was raining and there really was nothing to do.

inspirationless, he stepped onto the balcony.

you might find it weird, but phil really liked the rain. he found it calming; like it unlocked some sort of secret ancient emotion, and he felt content as he sat underneath the cover of the balcony above and looked around.

"i don't think i'll ever get enough of you, new york," he said, aloud.

"shut up, boy," somebody above or beside him, said. thank you for that, new york. grumpy people all around.

"okay."