Nothing But Heart

The luxurious threads of your recent tailored finds are a conspicuous reminder of the sins you can't outrun. Paradise, an elusive escape from the mundane bourgeois existence you yearned to shed, remains an elusive mirage.

Your opulent den, a sanctuary for the modern-day clone, is a testament to the tainted wealth accumulated by a first world that thrives on the exploitation of the so-called others.

Amidst the midnight downtown haze enchanting melodies of smart phones and social media, the allure of fame and recognition hangs like a heavy cloud, casting a shadow over the once-rosy promises of success. Your most recent purchase, which you once cherished, now appear tarnished, their value distorted by harsh realities.