SCENARIO 7:
Writer
My house was built on the lake water - in
one of the London’s enchanted parks. I lived quite a well-scheduled lifestyle
within a city that can drive you crazy. There were days when I would never
leave my writing room, starring at birds, drinking litres of coffee and
forgetting to eat. My concept of relationships was that of a voluntary single
man. I loved statues more than anything else. They could maintain silence-unlike my overreacting lovers. I was fine living on my own. Sunshine in my
front room would replace any form of emotional dependence I used to
believe in. But then, when winter approached me, for fifteen thousand pounds I
decided to turn into a woman. From then I needed to make love more than I
needed to write. My house turned into a one prolonged disco, celebrating ten
birthdays of my own a year. I stopped locking my front door. I hoped for
coincidental passers by to sneakily pop in for a cup of tea. I was water under
my house. For fifteen thousand pounds,I was made to love them all.
