“I look across at the line of the city. The nights are mean in this place, full of smog that eats the stars. 'Who does feel hope around here?”
“Silence hung around the corners, draped like spider webs across all surfaces and hanging like smog in the air.”
“The city's full of people who you just see around.”
“I have been here five days. I have decided on a place to eat in at midday, a place to eat in at night, a place to have my drink in after dinner. I have arranged my little life.”
“As I looked out into the night sky, across all those infinite stars, it made me realize how insignificant they are.”
“We look up to see if it is day or night. If stars burn cool and moon does shine, we take to smoke divine and wine. If breath of sun does belch its heat, we boil coffee and prepare to eat.”