My desk faces out the only window in my bedroom and looks nearly straight into the identical looking window of my neighbor (whom I have never met before.) I've been sitting at this desk for hours and have yet to see a single silhouette move past their catatonic eyes. The houses stare blankly back at me, as if they've been empty for years now, their mismatched curtains and patio furniture relics of inhabitants long gone. The sky has been cloudy and latent. I'm pretty sure I'm the only person living in this city anymore.