The adult world when you're a kid limits itself to chairs, desks, stacks of paper, frightening cities, a standard ringtone, boring clothes, coffee, and a frustrating desire to leave your parent's office and go back home to your confined world of care-free entertainment. But when you enter the phase of change, you start to realise that it does not limit itself to that. There is no fucking limit.
The adult world as we know it, is in fact just a giant sandbox, working with many administrations, warfronts, economical riots, political stunts and an invisible hint of artistic finesse.
It goes from the crowded cities where the buzzing is frantic and the illusion of progress is ominously present. To where the suburbs begin. Where the children play, unaware of the grinding machine that awaits them. To the countryside, where the machine's noises are silenced and the air is pure. But the people are too old and tired to make a change.
The sandbox is too heavy for an upheaval. I'll make no attempt...
I can see the wheels of the bus turning now.
We all know the emperor wears no clothes, but we'll bow down to him anyway. It's better than to be alone.
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