In a distant place... or in a distant future, a society governed by good hearts co-exists in harmony.  You have lurking feeling that something is missing despite the prevalent abundance.  Trying to assess the difference you might create a check-list based on a familiar day-to-day drudgery.  Very few seconds pass before the missing texture of active and ambient poverty, greed, and a general cruelty is noticed.   How did you get here?  A passing breeze ruffles the grass slightly; a beauty and perfection devoid of ‘how-to' building blocks.   Returned to your drudgery, you are left with little more than a post-it-note that reads "things could be better".  A residue of pure criticism.


Someone in the foreground is now complaining about what can't be done and filled with angst about gestures happening in a vacuum.  To what ever extent this autonomy may be true, it is precisely these isolations that might grant an ability to construct continuously shifting moral, physical and social codes and familiarities. No one is looking: The world is watching.  Your daily life likely seen as a series of uncontrolled variables modifying the controlled variables,  these conditions render the reformation.  But to escape static, it is needed to hint at things to come.   

A place to errect fictions, and facts.  A post-it note that you had original read incorrectly, is pinned to a wall, it reads "things could be different."