These cities, the ones that never sleep- like me. Lose themselves in laughter and alcohol- like me. Act like creatures of habit throughout the day but coyotes at night – like me. These cities, they are regarded by society as wild, mysterious, enticing and exciting. Me? Troubled, lonely, complicated and confused. Can anyone lost in these cities surrounded by so many fellow nighthawks, every really be happily alone and not lonely?

In the world we created you and I, a world that never sleeps but always smile a fluorescent atmospheric burning smile have we simply created a haven for secret misery and pain. A place to hide what we really feel, a place where it’s cooler to be the joker of the pack instead of a pair, to be the one that never sleeps rather than at home tucked up with one who cares. In this world, in these cities, dysfunction has become the new black and sarcasm the new truth. Somewhere along the way, while the earth continued to turn in the same rhythm, ours changed, somewhere between New York New York and The Boulevard of Broken Dreams society has reformed to allow the unacceptable to be nothing but acceptable, to give the lonely and lost permanent reality escape, to give us all a shelter – a place to hide. 

Time was once the greatest healer not it appears tequila has taken its place… Will these cities, these magnificent enchanting cities, will they ever sleep again? But more importantly, will I?