Apartment - Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World

Ch. 33 (Rainy-Day Laundry, Car Rental, Bob Dylan)

That meant I'd lived for eight years in this dump. Three of us had moved in together: me and my wife and the cat. My wife was the first to move out, next was the cat. Now it was my turn. I grabbed a saucer for an ashtray and lit a cigarette. I drank a glass of water. Eight years. I could hardly believe it.

Well, it didn't matter. Everything would be over soon enough. Eternal life would set in. Immortality.