He watches the world confined within a small box.
But when he goes home he dreams of circles.
He spends his time around the rich and famous.
None of them know his name.
He eats the same food as the stars and even drinks bottled water.
When he steps through his door he is simply tenant 130.
No one cares about his life but Sylvester.
And sitting in his La-Z-Boy he pictures the camera still.
Only the life being captured is his and people actually care.