It's much harder to be the man with the right answer when you're surrounded by misguided optimists. When you're someone like me and you face opposition, you fight, in theory at least, easy. But when you're faced with good intentions and a mood of betterment, you're hard pressed to make so much noise when you have nothing to say of the sort resembling a "solution". Your green is their brown, and your brown is their rainbow.
What annoys you is a sense that bad arrangements can be made to work better, if not perfectly. How perfect is your neighbour's fantasy? How perfect is the fantasy of a man so foreign that the only way you both recognise each other is through a common understanding you have to learn and he has to communicate?
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