Hannah sat alone amidst the many still-unpacked boxes that crowded her in the studio apartment.
Once again, shouts and thuds sounded muffled through the ceiling, and once again all she could think was Suzanne Vega’s Luka, never getting to sing in a world of social distancing, because he never gets to meet the neighbor on the floor below, because the neighbor never gets to meet Luka or anyone else.
For the 723rd time (she had no clue that this was the count, but it was), Hannah thought to herself, “Move to New York City, they said. You’ll meet all sorts of new people.”