I don't know. Nobody knows. Looking for declassed meaning? Well, the following citation might give some clues:
Venedikt Yerofeyev was a Russian writer and Soviet dissident. The citation above is from his poem in prose Moscow-Petushki, which was published in a few English translations as Moscow to the End of the Line, Moscow Stations, and Moscow Circles. I've seen them on Amazon, so you can try to read that. I highly recommend.
I write down all my essential thoughts here when I don't want to do anything else.
Life at the bottom, which I had a chance to live last year during my long move, was a great experience for my junior. The kid must have seen that and now he has seen everything.
However, I need to make something to bob up. The easiest way would be work for money as before, so I'd make a big heap of shit and ride it, to the surface. But I see neither light nor fresh air up there. So I won't. At least, I have no least desire to do that.