"The truth is, those who wander don't actually enjoy wandering..."

Inside cardboard boxes, they harbor their losses, using language to resist definition.
Forget the middle class and capitalism; forget pity and utopian dreams—this is an absurd fable of our era about loneliness, desire, and survival.

"Once you end up down here, everyone is completely on their own."
"My body belongs to me alone."
"I am someone else."
"Are you sure you can imitate yourself?"