The pain that we feel inside, the things that we hide. A lady pushes a pram and rolls her eyes as her husband walks by her side and says something softly into her right ear. Across the road a man in a car that is falling apart attempts to park and looks as if he is hungry and close to tears. Business men are scurrying around carrying the weight of the world upon their shoulders because they have become slaves to their wage and slaves to convention. And so I have consumed a lot of alcohol… and somewhat guiltily take a sleeping pill. Outside, people party around the pool. Everyone is seeking validation. Everyone is looking for love. They think that love will give them validation. It would be funny if it were not so tragic.