As the blue day turns into the black night. The lonely preacher sits unnoticed, as always, passing his honest judgement on the shape of things. He is a man of understated love, but simple understanding, a man who sees the beauty in the chaos, yet feels its sadness and confusion. A man with so much to say but never an ear to bend. As the darkness envelops the city around him and another thick night of hedonistic carnival sheds its cloak and welcomes all who are willing, he sits as always meditating on the where we could possibly go next.