Susan lives alone, in a large 1 roomed apartment beneath a large shopping mall. This apartment is known by locals as the ‘car park underneath the shopping centre’ due to its’ designated function as a place for them to leave their means of transport while they buy goods. Susan however, would like to contend, that as she deposited her red rug in space 12E that it should be known as her apartment. She wears raggedy, grey sweaters, and holey skirts, though she maintains it’s an artistic choice. Her hair wisps around her shoulders, almost gliding along her neck. She used to be an artist, living in an apartment, selling just enough to keep living. Going to trendy bars to party with her artsy friends. Until one day she stopped selling, stopped going to the trendy bars, was thrown out of the loft with no where to go, and one by one the artsy friends drifted away, whether into the fabric of the city or into other lives completely. And so it was that this once creative, alive mind, flickered out in an underground carpark, wrapped in a red carpet.
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