I live next to a building site. Next to noise and talking and yelling and running around and workers standing on the pavement chatting over what could have been done. I live next to people spitting out of their windows and men and women drinking beer in the same place they buy it to always be able to get the next bottle right away. I live next to central station without any destination to go to and next to a swimming pool full of hungry mouths. I live around the corner of a sex shop and walk on black plastic bags and piss and broken glass in the morning. People insult me in front my own door, the soles of my shoes are cut open and I actually cannot remember what happened a few nights ago.