入夜，Nathaniel邀Steve和他一起露宿LAMP所在贫民窟街区的街头——周围一片混乱、拥挤、寒冷、暴力，镜头略过LAMP院内墙上，写着：The wage of sins is death。
感受是难以描述，只好呈上台词共享：
Nathaniel:
It's angelic. Our Father, who aren't in heaven, hallowed by thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven, give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who traspass against us.
Steve (OS):
I know only part of listening. I know him playing the violin on a dairy crate in the morning sun, suspended somewhere between boy genius and lost traveler.
Every night my friend Nathaniel tucks his instruments away and lay his head among the predators and hustlers among fallen drinkers sqrawled in the street, as rats the size of meatloaves dart out of the drains to feed off the squalor.
Nathaniel:
...lead us not into temptation but deliveries from evil, for thine is the kingdom, the power and glory, forever, forever and ever.
Steve (OS):
I tell him this is no place for him. He says he wants to be here. He said this is his choice. Should I take him at his word or should I try to force him inside, than leaving him here on the streets? Wouldn't a arm-twisting be more humane or in this lost colony of broken helpless souls?
Nathaniel:
I hope you sleep well, Mr. Lopez. I hope the whole world sleeps well.
超级喜欢那句："...in this lost colony of broken helpless souls"。
城市交响曲！
