The poor serve the elite, and they have too much fear to stop. So the poor get poorer, and the elite stay safe and powerful.

The cameras were electronic monsters, moving with them as they walked and staring with one big, perverted eye.

I think that the things that are supposed to happen stay inside you...even if they cannot be, they fight to get out of you. Even if the adversities of life keep you imprisoned, making your destiny seem impossible...you still feel it. There has to be a place, somewhere, even in dreams... where the things that are supposed to happen...happen.