A Taste Of Honey - Monologue New [patched]

I’m not like her. I don't need the noise. I don't need the fella with the flashy car or the drinks in the posh hotels where the carpet makes you dizzy. I just want... this. Space. Just enough space to hear my own thoughts echo. Is that morbid? Sometimes I think I prefer the dark. When the fog comes down off the river and you can’t see the other side of the street, it feels like the world has shrunk down to just this room. And if the world is this small, maybe I can control it. Maybe I can paint it the colours I want.