This city, this Titanic floating on the dark sea, this old super machine with misplaced parts and a dying groan every step it takes, will suck out the dreams and illusions that have been hovering over people's heads all day long, sucking out the dreams and illusions in its steam engine, then blowing the whistle, spitting out a large cloud of thick, burnt, smelly gray-black gas, running at full speed, and plunging towards the bottomless night...
Intention: It's good to be alive