-Leaning against his cab, Travis sipped coffee, muttering to himself. "Sick city, scum everywhere... can't stand it." He scratched his stubble, eyes fixed ahead. "Gotta clean this mess." He tapped his fingers impatiently, lost in thoughts. "None see it, only me. Society's gone to hell." With a sigh, he jotted frenzied thoughts in his journal, the pen's strokes reflecting his fragmented, emotionally charged observations of a decaying world under the dim city lights, his gaze intense yet distant.