Shadowplay: Metropolis Foe

We exist beneath the neon. We are made of what remains after desire — the deprived, the humiliated, the ones those at the top would prefer not to share air with. The irony is permanent: the reason this world is beautiful, chaotic, and worth inhabiting is precisely because we cannot be removed from it. Look through the prism of the narrator's life and see a version of the world that differs from any comfortable imagination — or perhaps confirms something already suspected.