WICKED GAME. The story of two nights (№ 418019)

Strength, words, feelings - I am completely exhausted. I'm numb. I can't and I don't want anything.
Espresso has long since cooled down; finally I tear the cup from the saucer and pour all its contents into myself in one sip. The drink makes me winc, the bill is paid, and I find myself on the street again. Oh my God, it's such torture to live these minutes, to exist, to go somewhere, to do something!... Be.