Woman sitting om the corner of 14th Street and University Place, eating a slice of dollar pizza. She would look like a soccer mom if not for her eyes juggling about their sockets entirely independently of each other.

“I don’t want to stay here,” she says. “There’s no hope here.”

She’s talking to nobody in particular, it would seem, but then here eyes rolled back front and center and she lasered in on me, in an accusing glare.

“Not for me. Not for you. Not for anybody! None!”

Fucking hell.