It’s a run against time versus money and Life chases you around to either end, the two didactic polar opposites. Here, prevails a scarcity of the ephemeral, the surreal. Unlike steam escaping a hissing kettle, you are bound. Here you exist, you survive, you end. And ambition, passion, glory are but spirits, continually wearing one down. In a present circumstance, your sentimentality is maimed. What follows is of the truest Nature; guise of a viscous life. You fail to gather enough reasons to rationalize a material loss. You seek a postponement from the perpetual resolve of the living.