Yellow, a bright dirty yellow.
Would be the correct description of Sam Manhattan's view of the world. It's not a difficult life in this place, for him. His mom did all the chores, dad and elder brother were bread earners, they loved him too much.
Only clue why, cause they are a family so, it's supposed to be...I guess.
He lived in a happy cozy and warm neighborhood. It's all just like a pretty dream_
of a dystopian novel.
"Why are you such a cynic"
"Well, there's nothing wrong with being one"
"No sadder view than a pessimist, you know. I mean, look at your place it's much better than what most have, plus people here are so ...nice and friendly!"
They are nice.
"So? Dalai Lama is nice and yet he need protection from all over the world"
"Yea, from bad people"
Sam smiled viciously and looked at Jane which made her roll eyes at him. He had a firm belief that somethings aren't worth explaining to people who wore glasses of good will. And also, Explaining is tiring.
Every society no matter how picture perfect, always had several games going on underneath the cover and the one most common of them all was in which every single member of all teams played with authority. No one's stupid enough to remove the cover over their head in more ways than one. Something he learned at a very young age.
There were four basic type of people. The one at the lower ends and, middle and, who were at the sidelines of central stage, the 'verdict passers'; small world and are in nameless crowd. Whereas the higher ones had their own world_ they are at the centre remember? So everyone else basically revolved around them- they are the 'Rulers'; people with actual power didn't care about most of the world maybe that's why theirs was bigger .
Every one plays this game of judge and jury behind their sweet sugary smiles, except...some pure idiots. Jane was one of those idiots. She was safe.
There were one more type of people though, the kind who said openly "fuck you" in their minds to the world and they didn't care either way, the kind who just want to rise above the surface and for as little time as it might be and, just breathe. That was the species Sam belonged to.
A habitual jerk, with apparently no malice at all, except on the surface of friendly.
