Citizens of The Center

I'm regarded as excess population. I populate the dark fringes. In the edges, I'm the invisible percentage. Didn't you know, there's a surplus population feeding the growing center? Its circumference growing fat. I sit in the corner, fully camouflaged. Hardly noticing the prey, the citizens of the center go on in merry privilege. Stevenson sits quietly staring at the nothing space ahead. His eyes moving this way and that. Light flickering from his pupils.