The city is dying; the city is dead. Everyone's dying, and everyone's dead; and nothing feels the same anymore, and most recently, I was stuck inside of who-knows-where; I met the strangest people, who I'll never meet again, and one of them had a plan to open up our eyes. The city is living; the city's alive. Everyone's living; everyone's here, and I can't feel anything anymore. Saw someone I knew the other day, hadn't seen him in awhile; he wore a new cover that I saw, but couldn't see, and I had to walk on by, because my head went numb. Some win; some lose. Some die; some escape, and I don't know how these people live. Saw someone I knew, but couldn't talk for long; she was wondering if I remembered her, or if I was real at all. I told her that depends on how much you are willing to believe; and I told her this: "I saw your Braindead Fisherman, he looked a lot like me; and the Suicidal Superhero came rolling in through black, and the Interdimensional Diplomat came in, through sky."