You’re living surrounded by industrial wasteland. You or your mates work in industry.

Nothing beats going to hang out at a bar with an entertainer performing on a beautifully draped stage. Red drapery a bonus.

As much as you may try to relate to society, you’ll remain lost in alienation and estrangement.

Life never seems to be moving in a linear way. At times it feels chaotic and disorganised.

Everything and everyone around you is ruled by some bizarre logic. But that logic is always backed up by someone’s thought-out reasoning.

You sometimes wonder where real life ends and dreams begin. Sometimes your subconscious takes over and almost reproduces itself in real life.

You’re a very productive dreamer. When you do nod off, you tend to wake up with the answers.