aspiration

Jay Gatsby, a figure etched in opulence, eternally yearned for a piece of time that had slipped from his hands like sand. Daisy, his one and only love, echoed in the hollows of his extravagant mansion, her laughter resonating through the silence of his solitude. This tale reaches beyond the sheen of Gatsby's life, to the fragility of his heart that loved, lost and aspired.

Beneath the starry sky of a cold winter evening in the city of Kansas, Miles Dover, a young man with boyish charm, sat in a decaying tenement reminiscing about the tragic tale of Clyde Griffiths.

Canned dreams and half-baked aspirations were the cornerstones of Babbitt's world. Every morning as George F. Babbitt left the confines of his home in Floral Heights, he wore the armor of a middle-class citizen - polished, presentable, structured. Babbitt represented the average businessman of Zenith, embodying the city's generic aesthetic, everyone's neighbor, friend, competitor, and, most importantly, an efficient real estate broker.