What the hell am I doing? Why am I here? Hundreds of miles away from my life; immersed in someone else's; someone who doesn't even want my involvement, and in fact, wishes for the opposite; what am I doing in this city, this decrepit hub of filth and folly that teems with scorn at my very presence, a city that closes its eyes and gingerly re-opens them in the hopes that by the time its lids are raised in full, I will have vanished from sight for good.