Myalyn sat up against the wall of a half finished building, or was it half demolished. The structure was so shabby it was hard to tell. The building had sat, an eye sore for some time, and she wondered why? Living in a society of Libertarians wasn't all sunshine and rainbows for someone like Myalyn. She always told herself weird lies, and then, fully believing them, made her own life miserable. Her spirit tended to carry on to those around her. It didn't actually matter that much where she lived, she was simply placed there, and there she stayed.
Running her hand across the ground to see the amount of dust she could collect, she spend more than two hours. She seemed to have uncanny habits like this every day, as if she was trying to accomplish some useless purpouse. When asked for her reason, she would stand up, nod, and walk a distance away. After getting a ways she would turn around and say quietly, "my Variance". Sometimes she looked in pain, other times, she smiled slightly, but afterwards, she never stayed to be questioned further