I look around this smoke filled enclosure I don't see 
much. A few pretty faces, a glass of Victorias finest, a 
masquerade party (theres a girl here in red pyjamas) and 
theres one or two that either look confusing to me. 
Trying not to look like they dont belong to anyone or 
anything. They don't belong to anyone. One big pot of 
steaming sameness. One gets the feeling that the air 
hasnt moved here in years. Forget you. Forget me. She 
thinks that this is really boring. I feel like that most 
of the time but theres something deeper that drives me to 
keep trying. One day youll hate it and then another 
you'll turn around and try and make it seem more 
satisfying than it was before. Something to rise you up 
and out of it.