in every day, there is a short span of time. a tiny corner only a certain kind of man knows of. he will sit alone in a dark room, smoking a cigarette or maybe finishing off last night's bottle. the rest of the world is a sleeping giant. it knows nothing of this corner or what happens here. soon the man will have to leave his empty bed & face the giant. it will do to him as it pleases. but the man will have hope. his corner awaits him.