You can hear the voices of our peers being silenced, ignored, shunned and distorted. Staggering out of their bedroom doorways to the street corner to score a dime bag. Bright, insightful millennials freezing in search of warmth from something to believe in that will encourage them to look forward to see another day. Where our economy has made financial prudence clear when talking about education, yet price tags of university tuition's skyrocket. The refused, the ones with hope but no money or scholarships; tread the streets with the echoes of electro house pulsing in their skulls. Those who strip themselves down and shred their own morals to scraps just to find themselves and to see their own limitations. Searching for answers to the unknown, to ascertain what they are, who they are and why.