she gazed around, taking in the crowded sidewalks, to the long lines forming in front of the cinema and cafes, realizing that she had no answer to his question. just how many of them were like her? tired and fed-up, disillusioned and found their way here with the hope of dropping out of their daily routines, of life. she looked at him again, knowing there was nothing she could say to convince him, especially when she remembered what she had chosen for herself. she was every bit selfish like him, every bit involved in her small little world. he was just like her when she first stepped into this vacuum years ago, a younger her, out of morbid curiosity that longed to get something out of sheer nothing.