Told through a series of fragmented, sensory-heavy vignettes, this book is an intimate account of a life lived in the quiet spaces left behind. It is a chronicle of what happens when one person leaves and another stays, anchored to the small, recurring details of a nearly empty apartment building: the hum of a radiator, the slow decay of an abandoned car, the shifting colors of starlings on a roof, and the unsettling silence from a neighbor's room. This is not a story of recovery, but an immersion into a state of heightened observation, where memory interferes with the present and meaning is found not in grand events, but in the texture of a ceiling crack or the weight of an un-taken-out bag of trash. A raw, nonlinear exploration of urban solitude and the ghosts we live with.