"How could society impure things?"

𝐒ome ancient called out without any answer remains. Too much of a good things is bad. Too much of a bad thing is worse. They've never been good at moderation─ collapsing into new dimensions, they couldn't hold the various liberation arts.

𝐓his is a partial piece of their life. Guarding against the chaos of their career, they don't have any matter with being stuck in between. "A destination somewhere from here and there"

𝐓he fresh graduate man in suit, living like a dead man─ minimalism concept. He shows a little grin before anyone in that room can notice. Do not drop the discord. Do not cut the chord. Clearly baritone voice aired

"See? I can handle my alcohol. And I don't touch drugs. Sweeten irony is still a serious sign"


𝐒omeone next to him gives a response; speaks with confidence. A cup of black coffee in his grasp. "Just humour us, remember his statue. Marcus Aurelius. Now you can remember his beliefs in stoic philosophy"