We have no power, we have no voice; we are the ones in the pit of hell who look to the world and say, "Can you not see these are illusions in your eyes? Can you not see there is no value in these things?" but the world does not hear us, for the world is a system set up to silence the voices that are against the system. And so we are satisfied with sitting with our sorrows long into the night with a few cigarettes, and the world says of us, "It's a pity they are so poor and cannot afford cable TV," though a box that gives off sounds and lights and humorous words is the last thing we want, for we have lost our illusions. This is why so many of us are alcoholics and drug addicts--for it is a painful thing to lose one's illusions, and so many of us seek to replace our lost illusions with new ones. That was why I looked to the canopy of stars that night and said to you, "Perhaps they will rescue us from above," and you said, "I have no faith in anything anymore," and I knew it had begun.