The Opera

“Anne’s eyes followed the people hurrying along the white marble stairs, eager to find their friends and acquaintances as it was important to mingle. But she was content as she was, observing. Then Olavi walked in.”

Get Over It.

“I see pictures of happy people, videos filled with music, laughing and partying. And I don’t know how to feel. All of my friends are there. All of them are having fun. I’m not.”