I don’t like being alone. But I’d like to have my own space. Those are contradictory feelings. But there’s no ceiling in the cubicle. You can feel your neighbours right next to you. You can hear them. So I never feel completely alone. I’d really like to live alone. But I’d be way too solitary. I have a nice balance here. I like this place. I don’t feel isolated. I have fragile health. I wasn’t supposed to live long. I wanted to live to reach twenty. But since I’m older than that now, I feel a bit lost. I don’t have a goal anymore. To find a reason to live, I let life carry me along. I don’t have what you might call a dream. I don’t even know where I’ll be one year from now. I don’t care what happens to me. I don’t seem to be able to have dreams, plans. It’s good enough just to be alive. My goal is to be positive and joyful.