Started writing (wrote the first 6 pages) of The Room. It is generally a story of someone who appears to be either the last person alive on earth, OR is so lost in his delusional thinking that lives in such a post-apocalyptic world in his imagination.
Anyway it won't last long, the story starts a week after "the great Change" (the disappearance of all other people from Thessalonike, and possibly everywhere else too) and the supplies of still-edible food won't last for more than two more weeks.
The narrator is 32. There is some word play here, since effectively he is in the end of 1/3 of his life, much like he is in the end of the first of three weeks in the world.
The room, from which the story gets its title, is a room in the most luxurious part of the city, in the most impressive and vast old building there, in its absolute edge of its final floor. That room appears to be the only one where artificial light has not been extinguished. But there is more there.
Anyway, this is a very melancholic piece. I plan to finish it in 2 more days = 2 more attempts. Probably will reach 20 A4 pages at most.