That’s what this city is like. I feel it all the time. Everyone tucked behind walls of their own making, stewing in a private shame, like I was that day. They can’t come out into the open. Anyone who can afford it hides behind walls. They think they’re doing it for security, for purity, but somewhere inside it’s shame at their own greed. How they’ve made the rest of us live. That’s why they’re always secluding themselves, going higher and higher. They don’t want to see what’s on the ground. They don’t want to see who lives here.’
