The old man is watching a seagull eviscerating a crab. The decapod crustacean probably was handsome in his youth but not any longer. Does he wish he could scream? Or is it better to be stoic and ... [+]
The American dream. The human dream. Like a phoenix rising from a 9 to 5 to become a name even your parents recognize. Night shifts are swapped for night clubs and auto payments for autographs. We obsess over those who reach this goal and paint them the perfect life. It's not long before the emptiness- the same one that plagues the poor and mundane- leaks through the cracks of their perfect life for the world to view like a film. For some reason, our goal doesn't change. We still reach for a broken dream.