It can not be understated: I’d rather be happy than fashionable. I’d rather be happy than important. I’d rather be happy than rich.

A mirror reflects. What appeared in that reflection I didn’t know. Until you held an opposing mirror.

The 1% isn’t noticeable. It’s quiet. It’s a blip. But, it adds up.

The very thing you scorned, you displayed. The very thing you criticized, you casted. The very thing you upheld, you tore down.

A collection across time. A progression of humanity. The continuous push.