Here I live with a small black-and-white tv that proves: Not the image is the truth, but the noise obfuscating it. 

On the wall is sink with a small, almost blind mirror above it. In the night, when I am too tired to go out to the toilet, I stand there, dick in hand, watching my face peeled out of shadows watching me from the speckled mirror. 

This part of the town was almost forgotten, people came here because there were no other places to go. I come here to sleep and wake up, watch tv and then sleep some more.