Finding Happiness in a World of Pain, Lightly Spiced with Socialism of Some Sort
Very few things at school bring me a profound feeling of joy. Toiling away at my desk, I have very little hope for rescue from my menial, suppressed life. I am constantly forced to submit to whatever assignments our "teachers" give us at the complete whim of a social class detached from the struggles of me and my brethren. A life such as this offers very little hope for salvation. I must cling to whatever meaningless scraps of happiness I can find. Every day, I come expecting my soul to be crushed. But every day, one man changes that and gives me hope that a revolution is possible. The face of humble daring, his full name is Phillip W[redacted] Ernstmeyer. But modest soul he is, he only goes by E. Truly a man of the people, he embodies all of us, yet still somehow manages to stand out. Perhaps it's his colossal stature, or accentuated countenance? The way he commands attention simply with a look of the eye? His beard, pointing towards a brighter future? His facets are e...