Tuesdays are rubbish

It was always interesting, to see the harsh glare of the sunset diffused against the red-rimmed black of the City. Serene, almost... like a semi-utopian iron dream. If ever there was a place I'd prefer to be, though, it wouldn't be there, not atop the spires of high society, cursed to live out the rest of my days bubbling forth the drivel of social etiquette. No, it would be down here, down here in the Gutter.

The Gutter... now there was someplace I could be free.