Dirty streets and ugly people, that is all he see’s. Rats of cruel acts and worse intentions, hives of consumers getting their fix.
Want, need, one in the same.
But he is better than that, been taught better than that, working for that dollar, only complaining for a few hours more. Crawling, laboring through the day to go home and to go home in such a broken state, he keeps asking himself, “Is this all that I keep working for?” His daughter poisened by false adds. His daughter poisened by live feeds. But just like his fathers word, promises to change the world become further and further out of reach. They are further out of reach. The smell of liquor from the kitchen, his wife has had a drink or two, it’s about time he joins her. He needs those moments of reflection to remind himself that he deserves every dollar earned.