Must be good to know people who know so many people
months in this town, this bustling town. This town of many a million, all looking out for themselves.
The community disappeared. Maybe in the 70-'s, maybe in the 60's. Who knows.
I know quicker ways to the shinier gates of hell.
Why here. Why now.
On our back, watching the switchboards lighting up.
I am transient. Like all the single souls in this town.
And you. And you. And you.
You are the fastest of friends.