all the monster are human

In this unfamiliar world, a place where indifference reigns, I find myself seeking the warmth of familiarity—a comfort that seems lost forever. My surroundings have transformed: the harsh blaze of the sun, the piercing screams that fill the air, the unforgiving chill of concrete streets. Reality presents itself in stark contrasts, black and white hues merging into the very sidewalks, blurring the lines between sanity and madness. Here, in this alien landscape, I make my bed from a discarded cardboard box, a makeshift shelter that speaks volumes of my plight.

I am a refugee among my own kind, yet I implore you, do not pity me. We are all confined, in a way, trapped within the invisible boxes of our existence, enslaved by the unyielding pace of life. The world as I knew it has shifted dramatically. How much space is left for us? I now inhabit a foreign world, a realm so different from what I once called home.

Please, look at me. See beyond the labels and the circumstances. Recognize the shared humanity that persists, even here, on the fringes of society where the forgotten dwell.