He walks home through grey light every afternoon after his shift at the factory. A black lunchbox dangles from his fingertips.
The parking lots are breathless.
He naps through the remaining hours of light. The room is dark when he rises. The corner store is all lit up. He can see it from his window. He thinks it might be the most beautiful sight on his planet. He goes there and purchases beer and microwave burritos. Indian dance music plays on a small radio behind the counter.
He returns to the room and sits through the hours until he is sleepy. He has no tv, so he falls asleep listening to pornography on the radio.