The sound of glass breaking echoes through the pale night. Blinding
shadows leap from building to building carrying dust and doom. And there,
in a crevice, near stench-filled sewers, he waits, hugging his broken
body. He wears the tattered discards of the rich and vacant. A yellow
beret stained by the urine of forgotten hope sits atop his head. Madness
keeps him warm and safe, a wall against fear and humiliation.
