We Are All Punished For The Lives

Lindsay Calls Them The Pugs: Pretty From Far Away, Ugly Up Close.

The Walls Are Covered -crammed- With Writing. No. Not Writing. They Are Covered With A Single Four-letter Word That Has Been Inscribed Over And Over, On Every Available Surface. Love.

If You Want Something, If You Take It For Your Own, You'll Always Be Taking It From Someone Else.

In One Of The Tents, Julian Is Sleeping. And In Another: Alex

It Is A Ruined-world, A Nonsense-place.