Life feels forced and faked here in the city. Illuminated and fabricated, around me the stage is set. Sacredness be damned and to hell with sanctity. Disconnected from truth and honesty, disenchanted from wonder and mystery, a feigned radiance pervades. 

Who are you and what do you want? It seems you’ve forgotten you’re playing a part. I don’t trust you because I can’t understand you. 

Is it right to play what’s been written?