There's a place where everybody's lonely, but they all smile brightly and put their best foot forward. A world of people meeting people who have the capability to catalyze some dramatic and life changing event simply by bumping into each other. And a world balanced by the tragedy that not every interaction is explosive, but mundane. A continuance of blanket mediocrity in the presence of rare greatness.

On these rocky and slick fields we all hobble about under green skies of envy looking pallid with a smile so bright. A smile that grows without temperance joyful and exuberant as we near a collision with another wild-eyed jubilant denizen. Thoughts of passion cloud their mind and occupy every sense in an optimistic hope so full that even semblances of proper love are called perfect. They walk hand in hand with a smoldering coal between them blowing hard on it and doing everything in their power to light a flame. When the green clouds open and rain drowns the coal their hands part and their hearts break, and they put on their smiles and walk back into the fray.

We don't want to be here, but we can't stand to be alone.