Today, while I was watching the last hour of a Japanese movie, I remembered all the times I wasted my camera film on taking photos in my patio or inside my room, and I decided to rescue some of them. 

 

No matter how sunny it is, only a small amount of light ever enters my house. It's something I have always been aware of, but it has recently started to bother me. I suppose that before I had never considered the possibility of being locked up here for days.  Bette and I call it "The Courtyard Of Suicides". I don't remember how the name came to be, only that we have imagined many stories ending in someone's fall out of the window. Actually not much happens in this patio other than the spectacle of the neighbor hanging out his towels, unsure of how to properly use the clothesline.