Over
I tried to take a picture. There were these two kids staring at a picture of a room. They were looking through this big picture window into some place, I don't even know what it was. All it was was this big picture of a room. But the thing was that the boy, the male, the guy pointed at something, and then she pointed at something, and I think they were having a conversation about what might happen in that room. Who might live there or, you know anything--whatever you might imagine with some boyfriend or crush or just member of the opposite sex. I guess I should tell you that I just broke up with my girlfriend. I think the problem was that we never paused to imagine what might have happened to imaginary people in an imaginary room. And then I tried to take a picture of them, but the moment was gone.