For a city which holds the title of “Destiny” it sees, yet, another day wrapped in blankets of grey. After a restless night I awake to the piercing sound of a bad purchase made some months ago in order to aid in the work process. It is not the alarm clock’s fault. It is just doing its job. Besides the brisk autumn air plummeting in from the window left open from a midnight cigarette seven hours prior would have eventually ended my inadequate slumber above all else the infuriating cr...