The Place is the street and the ongoing quest to be seen . Colorful Commercial billboards with their strange light. Voices reaching out from speakers in the hope of being heard. Flyers that are being copied thousands by thousands in the hope of being read. I wonder if anyone even notice them. I doubt that. They have all tried so hard to be seen. The more they have been trying to be seen , the more they have faded . Just like the men in costumes . He is like the rest of us , easily going unnoticed. Just like me and everyone around me. At the end of the night, when the man in the costume takes it off, I am fretful to see my own face.