When you were looking up at the fireworks, you didn't realize that there was darkness all around you.
A beautiful policewoman with brains but not an idiot VS a male professor who fishes in the world but is actually a shady person
There is suspense (not as clever as the big brother article)
I don't want to write about feelings, but it would be incomplete if I don't write about it.
Intention: After we have walked a long, long road, let's look at ourselves again. Do we still recognize ourselves?