What if the sun turned its back on the day and the moon was ever-present?
Would we miss the light like the deserts miss the rain?
Does it take absence for us to appreciate existence?
If we intend to live on such volatile grounds, we only exist like we live to die.

Relationships are the cause of all human suffering. This was why arlette is rather reclusive and embraced an unconventional world built against the borders of fact and fiction. When they met, the titan clashed.

There was once a story about a river which had been poisoned to create uniformity amongst the masses. The king refused to drink from the river because he refused to be regulated. Soon, his people began to reject him for his unconvential wisdom. This variation was compartmentalized as insanity.

Are we insane for drinking from the same river?

The truth is that nothing was built in monochrome but Arlette chose shades of grey because the lack of colour allowed more room for light. Sometimes, peculiarity made more sense than the commonly-held beliefs.

Arlette felt like she was breathing a beat that hummed a humdrum existence. The life in which was often described as colourful and meaningful made her feel dull. Silence can be so comfortably deafening in comparison to mindless bitter banters.

She often wished she could submerge herself into an author's still thoughts in the form a book which spelt mystery and magic, smoke and mirrors. It is peculiar how the cowards of reality find consolation behind an illusion. Her world would be of trampolines, singing lions, dancing ducks and people did nothing but have fun for a living.

The reality of it all was that she was having the least fun right now. Rock, paper, scissors. Her procreated existence is sure as a rock, her principles tore like paper and scissors made a precise incision towards her emotions. Physics never stood a chance against reality.