I lived in the sewers with a bunch of other people who only minded their own business, just like me. We were all searching for the light, and the way out was not difficult or complicated, but we got entangled in the pursuit of rats as meals, fighting each other for them, and even reminiscing our fights over them.

I had to take a dump, but I couldn’t find a toilet. I walked knee deep in fecal slurry, bearing unfathomable stench, and despite all my efforts I couldn’t find a place to relieve myself. Finally, in a hidden nook of the sewer system I found a cozy private and illuminated space where there was an impeccable black leather couch. I found the throne! I promptly removed my undergarments and shat over the spotless black couch. I was constipated and had trouble passing my stools. When I was done I looked down and the values inverted immediately, I knew I had done a terrible sin in shitting over the only beautiful thing in this underworld.