question: No art on walls , save for a large collage I 'd built years before . Stereo . A PC and a typewriter . Everything in its right place . Astrid 's at work tonight , and I ' m sitting in the apartment looking around .
Q: How would describe the apartment Astrid and the narrator share ?

answer: It is sparse .

question: I stop in every now and again , spam a few postings , then drop off the face of the planet . I have a few things to say , though . First off , I love how instantly supportive everyone is to the ladies seeking advice on here .
Q: What may be a fact about this person ?

answer: They are in a women 's support group .

question: Fury and yet neither of them do . Not in the face . Wrists snap and he shoves all of his weight forward with enough force to arch off the mattress . What he wants , is to grab their scrawny necks and fist their hair and make them look , make them see him just to make sure he 's real , heard , human . The door slams shut a fraction of a second later and the sound echoes off of stone walls .
Q: What type of event is the narrator describing ?

answer:
They are describing a fist fight .