Analysis Of Robert Pierce's 'Cube Of Solitude'

The light appeared out of the darkness. Neon lights from Tony´s diner across the street were flickering. It was a freezing winter night in the suburbs of New York and every now and again you could hear the homeless wondering about singing Christmas jingles with a troubled voice. Robert Pierce was sitting in his old, dull apartment. He stood glaring out of his only window in front of his desk. He was stuck with his endless writing. Writing was a skill Robert picked up after World War Two, from having suffered an injury in the line of combat. There was not much for him to do because of the condition his legs were in. Writing was also something he enjoyed as a child and seemed as the best option when he migrated to the U.S. When he gets stuck his mind wonders. He usually stares out of his window and observes the street carefully. But there was something else that grabbed his attention that night. There it was again, that bus across the
He was not much of an athlete because he rarely went outside. He was scared of the outside world but at the same time fascinated by it. He never spoke to anyone. He has what most people would say a rather dishevelled look. He has very big, black fluffy hair and very old dark brown glasses with pale grey eyes behind them. He always wears the same black sweater and his Scottish green and red chequered scarf. However one very peculiar thing about Robert Pierce is that he is afraid of black birds. He just cannot come near them. They are too fast and fly
Robert just wanted to get out of there. He saw a family walking on the pavement. He trembled over to them. As soon as he stepped on the curb the family vanished, leaving only their clothes on the cold, snowy ground. Robert was fighting for his mind, he was struggling. He sat down on a wooden