I break a little bit every day. This city is littered with tiny shards of me, snapping off every few steps. Falling into the murky puddles.

In this city everyone is used to walking through everybody else's shit. Literally. On muggy days the whole island stinks of urine and trash.

I wouldn't feel so bad about adding to all the human debris in this crowded city, except for how much it hurts every time I lose a little more me.

What will be left if I ever manage to shed this?