Was it before? It has happened before, the feeling of being lost in the crowd. She stood in the middle of the street, thinking, thinking hard. Where could she go next? It was early and there was nothing to do. The minutes and the hours went by so slowly. She yawned and didn’t know why. Her life, her own life, bored her. It had become a painful, ugly thing. She could no longer control it. She looked at the clock inside the Laundromat. 4 o’clock. What will I do? Where will I go before it’s time to sleep?