The cold night air prickles along the skin of his arm as he sits at his table, pencil poised over yet another sheet of paper. His eyes close and his brow furrows as his hand bursts suddenly into action, scrawling rapidly across the page. Just as suddenly, he stops, and reads over what he was written. As his eyes scan the sloppy script, his head begins to shake, and something inside him snaps as, frenzied, he tears the paper to shreds and throws the pieces into a pile of similar remains on the corner. He pauses, breathing deeply, and he glances up at a framed picture on the wall. He relaxes, and pulls up another sheet of paper as the chill sets in again.

Tunes: "Save Tonight", Eagle-Eye Cherry (iTMS).