If you walk into the heart of Singapore's Marina Bay Financial Centre at this time of the night, you'll see a massive congregation of homosapiens; reeking of superficiality, pretence and alcohol.

There's a lot of them. Hordes of them.
The same type exists in different parts of the earth.

They appear flashy, have an air of arrogance about them; and are usually attracted to the same kind. Primarily, they connect by being worshippers of this thing called 'money'.

There are some who step into their territory; lose their way and drown in emptiness. They do not belong.

The trick is to put on the stench of superficiality, pretence and alcohol. (No, not the 100% alcohol swab that you use for sterilisation)

Me? Only a pilgrim passing by, going for a massage.