My house. I cannot tell where it is, exactly, in what part of the world. All I know is this house is mine. It has been lived in by many people. Some came and went, some stayed. A few are still there. Sometimes, it is freezing inside. I need to know how many people are there. I need to know who they are. The trouble is, often they move from one room to another. They leave for a while. Sometimes, we all have dinner. Always, not everyone is there. The people who live in my house often move from one room to another. Maybe too often. I cannot keep count. I still don’t know how many rooms there are. There is still time to count them. There is still time to ascertain who is where.
Genre: Drama 
