She seemed a bit like Cathy, I thought as I walked across that sleeping part of town. Well, not really. She wasn’t, I reasoned - and it was bitter to think she was. The notion was merely brought about by the book I read on the bus and admittedly encouraged by the indignation I carried with me everywhere. I should have let go of that a long time ago, I concluded. I was just passing through a street that lead up the hill when an apparition of a man brought be out of my reverie. I stopped by the bar at the corner of the street and inspected him briefly. He was a human-shaped tree who made a habit of scaring the hell out of me on a fairly regular basis. I commenced walking again and checked my watch to avert my gaze from the man. It was the 32nd of February. Apparently. God, how fitting it seems, I thought. He nodded as we walked on. “So how come nothing ever happens?” I asked finally after a moment of silence. “What do you mean?” He responded. I remained quiet for a bit and then he went on. “A lot is happening, you just never see it.” He said inaudibly. “Remember back when you were a kid? You spent most of the days imagining what it’s going to be like to the age you are now.” He explained. “And now you either think back to those times or do the very same.” He was right - he had a tendency of being right. “Well, yes. But now, it just seems like I’m waiting for things to happen.” I replied. “Yes, but there is life in the meantime and stars in the sky.” he finished. Yeah, I thought, it’s been a while since I stared at the stars.