Alexander Crooked and darkened by the plague of modern intelligence, Alexander wanders down the familiar streets of their town with a compelling yet distant look nested upon his brow. Disillusionment had radicalized him long ago and reduced most of his friends to acquaintances, and family to strangers. Little did he realize that he had annexed himself from happiness when he spent every moment thinking of love and success. So much so, that he had created standard by which these experiences could be logically sound, stable, and reliable. If any of the key factors were missing, he dismissed his emotions as if they were late to class and continued about the mania of loneliness.