With as little pretentiousness as possible

Herein is born attempt at classic literature with a 21st century ambiance. One young writer's haphazard attempt at identifying his own shortcomings and missteps through the lens of human emotion, or even a lack thereof. It is a caustic, spiteful commentary on a generation 100 years in the making and a diatribe on the near inescapable and overwhelming onset of technology, a mollifying of the rabble, and the conglomeration of power even further into the hands of elite and unseen players. And we delve into all of this blinded by naïveté and utterly without an inkling.