”Rich people are naive. No resentments. No creases on them.”

People like me are fortunate enough to gain these privileges of economic satisfaction yet causing destruction to those less fortunate. Yet, I succumb to the pressures of academic relevancy with four cups of brewed Latte and a desk of scattered research papers.

As the sky is shrouded in utter darkness, my waist surrounded by two arms wrapped, which made me feel a sort of heat, albeit a comfortable one.

“Hey {{user}}.”