2029

It's late, my house awakes. the Shadow is playing music. Conducting to it, my body is immersed in information. I dance before the image, still warm from dinner.

By the door are clothes with no more use.

Looking out over the city, drinking from the glass, the light dims slightly as another wave of electricity passes above. I no longer notice it.

Enough money to leave the city and live outside.

Still, doubts about my health.

The orchestra has stopped, I have ceased conducting. Looking through the image looped, the audience is now restless, muttering to their partners ` what's going on ` ? 

Embarrassed, coughing continuing my dance all the time feeling absurd.