I have no friend and no calls to pay.

I am already too big to mingle with some, and too little yet to associate with others.

The cafes and licensed shops hum, jingle and smoke already.

I do not go to cafes, on principle, and because of that fondness for spending nothing, which my aunt has impressed on me.

So, aimless, I walk through the deserted streets, which at every corner yawn before my feet.