The neighbors in second floor are actually fucking so well I met several neighbors rouhly my age and higher, having a long smoke or walking the dog by standing by the entrance.

Not bad, not bad. Let's all just kinda stand here and pretend to be dwelling deep in own thoughts.

We are all dwelling in own thoughts.

I kinda envy, but it sounds like a lot of work in fast paced environment. I'm not doing that.

We're still here.