As I opened the door to Winston's apartment I was smacked in the face with a smell like no other. It smelled like a blend of old gym socks, that sat in the locker for a couple weeks, and the nasty school bathrooms after chilly Tuesday. As i took a look around I the apartment I could not help, but feel the cents of loneliness. The entire apartment seemed to be dark and depressing like a homeless kid on a cold,dark snowy night. All I could hear was the light chatter coming from the telescreen it almost sounds like the whisper of wind, when you stand out in a field in the middle of the summer. What really caught my eye was a small desk which sat in the Conner behind the book shelf like a small dog hiding for bath time. I could not wonder why the desk would be in such a weird place at first i thought that it was simply not in use but as I took a closer look I could tell, by the fresh pen, that the desk was recently used.