Some ancient oversight had nearly taken his sight, but this sad fuck was already blind inside.

The members of the functional and socially mobilized under class must, in some very real way, be seen as the architects of their own fate. If not, they could be, however marginally, on the conscience...

The prosperity of humanity is in utter disparity with its clarity largely seen in wider poverty.

Reality was dawning on him and he hated reality. If you were him, so would you.