Feel this misery. This perfect misery. The rough sound of the city. Bathe in this shining dirt. It glows on your skin. Isn't it wonderful? It's like a newborn's crying and a madman's dream. Isn't it precious? It's like you have this aquarium full of rotten goldfish dancing with the fresh seaweed. You could touch it, you could smell it. You could open the box whenever you want to. It is yours. This misery -  it belongs to you. And it's beautiful.