Five years ago, I moved to the city in search of a life. It began on the most ironic note; I signed away my life in exchange for some money. Hardly enough, I keep toiling. Hoping that one day I’ll get back my soul, and sell it again to the highest bidder.

By night, I am a zombie from exhaustion. By day, I am a zombie by contract. In between I pretend I have a soul. I spend, I eat, I laugh. But the smile sets as surely as the sun.

What am I doing here? Where am I going? This is not how things are supposed to be. We’re all here. We’re all in the city. All of us. Alone.

“City life is millions of people being lonesome together.” -Henry David Thoreau