Another day, another hallucinogenic.
The streets of New York are bending and twisting their way through his mind as he walks between them. Grey walls are suddenly filled with colour, and the faces of the angry strangers who walk past him on the sidewalk have never been so lively.
He watches each with awe.
With wide eyes and a dopey grin, he strides up to what he assumes to be a vision of his addled mind.
"The world wakes and waits for no-one. Not even the dead who walk among us."












