chapter 5: love

At 3:53pm its sunny out, and hot. Real hot. Samantha has been leaning against the brick building, built sometime in the booming 20s by a grain man whom later jumped off the roof, letting her back slowly begin to bake. She's been waiting for the past 25 minutes for the westbound 49 to take her from downtown back out to her clustered and claustrophobic studio apartment. Amongst the crowd of system analysts, aspiring engineers and paralegals she looks more like a club DJ. Samantha leans there with her eyes closed, messenger bag thrown over one shoulder, and oversized SONY headphones. Her headphones have been a godsend and help her drown out the outside world. "Love, love will tear us apart, again" blasts in her ears. It helps to heal her broken heart. She slowly begins to realize that she hates this city.