There's a silence in the room as if too much has already been said. No one will take the blame for the stench in the air--but it's clear it has been lingering for some time. The reaction to those entering does not appear to be foreign and they pass through quickly not willing to uncover the mold at the edge of the windows.

Time and attention will have to be given to the egg residue left in the pan on the stove. Days have passed and it will probably end up like everything else--discarded as if it never had any value, as if it was nameless.

No one bothers to check the mail and respond to the surveyor's request. They would rather ignore it until they no longer send such correspondence to them. This has worked for them before and for some reason makes them feel superior. But who wants to stop receiving postcards or even holiday greetings. Birthdays come once a year --but at least the card on the table reminds us that someone cares.