I took myself on an excursion into the city. The crowds were there in force. I felt shabby in my hand me downs. So I decided to bask in the reflected glow of these sunglasses and dream of sipping champagne.
I guess if we didn't all imagine we would 'some day' be filthy rich it would all be a bit depressing. Hence the very important function played by the lottery in this world we've made.

I may have caught a glimpse of Unbeing in the crowd but then a tall man in a long black coat obscured my vision for a moment and when I looked back, Unbeing was gone, if he was ever there to start with. His skin is the texture of week old tripe. And that's on a good day.