The Life of an Imaginary Guy

Andrew Cohen walked onthe pavement under a purple, cloudless evening sky. He uses to walk during the evening among lots of people. He liked trying to recognize someone in their faces; most of the time he had to go back home tired and sad because he had found no one to talk with, instead, he had to turn the TV on and think about tomorrow 'till he was sleepy; but he never was.

He spent the whole night listening music which created imaginary situations in which he achieved things he couldn't achieve when he was not in bed....