Everybody is at the low of their life, and everybody is struggling to cope, the pleasures and joys there used to be are long gone or only in reach of the few.

I roam the city looking for a way to transcend back to my old life, of innocent pleasures before the changes, the others trying to control our lives for their pleasure, not ours.

The only antidote and kryptonite, coping and coping harder the thing that gets me through and keeps the others away.