The city has a shit-heart! You knew it deep inside your bowels where all information is stored. Dumb asses thinks its the brain. You sludge swim embrace of the pulse. You come back for air and return many times. You start grabbing handfuls of the hard packed Shit heart of the city. Making life sized statues of yourself as king of the sewer. This is your art, this is your life. Its a new way to live none before you have discovered. But your health seems to be in steady decline and you cannot resist yet another splash into the waste lake to visit the hard packed shit center you are starting to think of as GOD.