“I rode past them this afternoon, Mr. serious limo with my smoked glass and money, alone in the huge back seat, building my castle in the sky. They were laughing and talking together on the trash piles. I wondered, who’s better off? Me who created that trash but is a part of nothing but my own fantasy, or them, who raise families, have friends, live and die in the company of love. Who are the winners and who are the losers If we end up alone?”

Robert King/JOURNAL