I live in the twenty-first century.

As I sit in a luxurious chair, enjoying a bite of chocolate, listening a performance of Eroica which has been recorded just last week in London, I look out the window, and see two kids, acting as best friends, walking up the sidewalk under the watchful eye of a stroller-pushing nanny. They are about seven years old. He has indian asian features, and she has curly red hair.

They are both clad in a crisp black ki, each with a precisely tied white belt.

Current Music: Beethoven, Eroica