Who is he? Where does it go? What is it thinking about now?

A warm May evening. I’m on my way to a date with a beautiful, sweet girl who, a bit later, will be telling me all about “junior positions,” the difference between backend and frontend, and other fascinating and oh-so-important things (yes, that’s sarcasm).

A new neighborhood. Welcome to the kingdom of concrete and steel.

The sun is shining, rain is falling, and the bus dives beneath a beautiful rainbow.

A walk through the night city. A sudden downpour — and we take shelter under the awning of a summer diner. On one side — the heat of the kitchen and an appetizing aroma, on the other — the coolness of the downpour that has poured over the city. Cozy amid the storm.

A minute ago you were talking, laughing.
The elevator doors closed, and suddenly it went quiet.