(Reverence, to have felt such fickle slums in a sense of longing, to days of past to no avail in returning to such times. the old ways remain distant yet static, portaited amongst photos in the back burns of thous grand elder, to even the eldest. reverence is the deep profound in respect of such proceeded events, displaid in these graphs. though one must remain wise in the know; nostalgia can just as easily be used as a weapon as it is a way of escape from the modern dilema...)

(at a blockbuster, there she stood with such a sense of misplacement, how such vanity just withers away once one is tossed to the bitter reality. though wonder may not come to the conclusion she is naive, as it appears she is at least attempting to evade her comfort zone.)