Who Really Sleeps In This City?

After several months of living in this city, I find it hard to sleep. There is so much business, people, promises, and expectations to reach. After all:

"Outlaws, like lovers, poets, and tubercular composers who cough blood onto piano keys do their finest work in the slippery rays of the moon."

-The words of Bernard Mickey Wrangle
Tom Robbins, Still Life With Woodpecker

Who's really sleeping in this place?

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