"Led by our imaginations, there was never a set destination. We etched our names into concrete, forever cementing a part of our identities. I sometimes reminisce about the past, when creativity was within our fingertips. Do you? With unknown intentions, they came at our throats to ring out our voices. We've been stripped of the colors that once made us shine. They have molded us to live black and white lives."
Callow - Bildungsroman