Urban Solitude

In a dimly lit room, jazz notes hang like dust motes in the air. A lone cat slinks past a half-finished novel, while the couch, worn yet comforting, cradles fleeting thoughts. The kitchen hums, echoing the solitude, as whiskey whispers to the silence.

In a dimly lit room, jazz notes hang like dust motes in the air. A lone cat slinks past a half-finished novel, while the couch, worn yet comforting, cradles fleeting thoughts. The kitchen hums, echoing the solitude, as whiskey whispers to the silence.