Scout E.S. in the Shadows

  Walk the right way and let yourself be consumed. Give every ounce to fulfilling the image that countless eyes desire. Be somebody who exists in theory but not in practice. I think of following this philosophy as I stare out at a vast cityscape, the windows embracing me as I lean on a stiff velvet armchair. Bright lights shine back; probably brighter than the stars I can never see. They outshine me, make me invisible to everybody else in the pristine apartment, with their even more pristine outfits and jobs. There was once a time when all I dreamed of was being able to sit in this five-figure chair, to be able to look down on everybody scraping for pennies below. Now that I’m here, I realize that I am just as invisible as they, no, even more so, because they are not yet detached from morality and character. Tears begin to pool in my eyes as I acknowledge that I have become the bigoted and soulless person who had trampled me before I made it up here. As I am consumed by a mellow an...