You are a fool in this city. It would be wrong to say stupid. Budd is too stupid. Faces with masks in the eyes of a fool seem simple.
You are alone in this city. It would be wrong to say one. Budd is more alone. You have no partner in this lonely abyss. Here you are a nomadic traveler.
You are missing in this city. It would be wrong to say missing. You have no existence. There was no one to find you in the crowd of thousands, there is no one and there will be no one. Don't even think about the need.
In this city you are just a necessity. Where organized you will be used. At the end of the use you will be thrown as if you were the most disliked on the list of dislikes.
You are the only toy in this city. Where you will be played until the break.
You have no one in this city. No one will feel your pain. You will never be complete in the existence of emptiness.
You will never hurt anyone's feelings in this city without you. You don't even have to knock on the door of the mind to find or report missing news by miking.
In need and at the end of the day you are alone, missing and nomadic.