It's a rainy day in New York. A writer is fighting his old enemy, writer's block. He takes a long walk through the Village and wanders into a movie theater.He has a vague idea of what the movies actually are – just images on the screen with sound added to them - but he walks in with an open mind and takes a seat at the back of the theater but in front a young couple fondling and kissing each other in the row below his.
He knows he deserves a relationship such as this, but ever since he left the threadbare orphanages of his youth, he has never been able to handle having a relationship with any woman, and so he sits there trying to avoid looking at them. He makes sure to keeps his eyes pinned to the silver screen. Nevertheless, he cannot hide his long and buried romantic and s****l curiosit
