Every day he struggles with the thoughts of which is worse, to fall asleep with the knowledge that he would have to endure another nightmare, or to the fact that he must awake to tolerate a living hell. He maniacally laughs as though it mattered, but the thoughts returned nevertheless. The knowledge that the whole city is engulfed in those thoughts fills his head. Sorrow, starvation, and anarchy now crept the streets. But for how long is now out of the question, the wall that once contained chalk markings signifying the days passed is now rubble.