I look outside my windows again. I see the sky that looks like a black lake. No wind. No waves. I see the rigid skeletons of trees. I see birds, stationary, in an unmovable painting. Across from my house is a home for elderly people. Behind the windows I see some pale faces. Ashen and frightened masks that glow in the dark. If I try to smile at them, my lips won’t move. The eyes of the masks just keep gazing at me like none of us exist . Nothing moves here. I live in a frozen metropolis. We have no time.