As the breeze brushed my shoulder, I felt a cool sensation. The path leading to the library was covered with maple leaves, walking through I argued with myself over the possibilities of getting a new headline for the school magazine.

“Nothing an -d no one is sacred,sa..fe or sa…ne..” declared the homeless man propped against the brick wall of an old antique shop. And it suddenly came to me, a headline that showcases the extreme chaos, danger, and mental breakdown of society. “Well done old man” I muttered under my breath.