We are the reflection below neon lighting. We are the remnants of desire. We are the deprived and the humiliated. Those at the top, they shudder at the mere thought of breathing the same air as us… But what's ironic is that the reason that this world is so beautiful, the reason it is so insane, the reason it is so worth living is because they can't get rid of us, and they never will. Look through the prism of my eyes, of my life, and perhaps you will be able to see a world entirely different from the one in your imagination; but, then again maybe you were right all along? Then you're crazy, just like me.