Dance music blaring from her lap top: "Just gonna stand here and watch me burn"
Cradled in her lawn chair, feet propped up on the table in front of her. Computer on her knees; focused on the screen. Shaded from the setting sun by the tin awning over her head.
A dull and expressionless face stares into the computer--a statue. She is completely unaware of my presence--my existence. Focused on Facebook, and surfing, and music--blaring music; cacophonous music; bad-speaker-quality music.
She might be here for a while--brains slow when contending with such incessant noise.
