01

It's been a month since I arrived here. The wind blows everyday. Sometimes a car passes by, and you can see some people walking around every so often. There's not a lot of people around here. The blueish hue of the wet grass is occasionally interrupted by patches of mud.
The town is only some 3 train stations over, but I can hardly muster the strength to walk to the train station by myself.

"Guess we should try going out?"

I open the kitchen door and step outside for just a moment. The hair on my arms stands up as the breeze gently shakes the washed bedclothes hanging from the metal frame just outside the house. I stand there for a second and step back inside. From the outside I hear a man say something out loud, but I can't make out the words. It's always the same since I arrived here. There's always someone saying things out loud that I can't understand.