Friday night – December 18th nearing 10:00 PM. I live alone and am relaxing after a long week. Privacy is an idea not fully realized in apartment living. Lying down, I suddenly hear the crying of a female through the vent in my room. I mute the television only to hear her say, “but I love you” as she moans and sobs into the night. She feels alone and likely thinks she is but I am sharing the moment with her. Though apart, I can feel her emotion through the vent. Walls might separate us but in that moment no visual confirmation is needed to comprehend what has been done.