This city i live in is consuming me alive, with pancreas and all. This is a place where you see a lot of sad people, frowns permanently affixed on their faces even when they smile. The whole damn city operates on loneliness, the main currency traded around here came from loneliness, the city existed and sustained because the people are lonely. This city suffers from insomnia. People in this city have one thing in common. They are lonely. They share stories about how lonely they are. They abuse alcohol, drugs and anything worth abusing including themselves. All these were muffled by the city's bright lights, day in day out, 24/7, 365 days a year. The lonelier the people are, the richer the city is. It's all math, simple math, not algebra, logarithm kinda math. I'll tell you the rest when i find a new spot to beg.