To put it bluntly, she has no idea what she’s doing. Long hair and black lace, false lashes and wine stained teeth; it’s late, too late for her to be out and about in this city. Tripping over two or three stray rocks, her ankles barely keep her stilettos in check and her cigarette is burning dangerously close to her fingers.

Obviously, she has no idea what she’s doing. All this is silly because there is so much more than this. This is not all there is.