Not a soul in view, in the quiet stillness, like countless nights before, a gentle breeze whispered against his face — his sole companion. Life isn’t so bad. There are no shortcuts on this journey, just a graceful interplay of whispered truths and silent contemplations. Life is binary in a sense — a ballet, a symphony of whispered 1s and hushed 0s. A soft gust of wind prompted him to draw his arms close, seeking warmth within the folds of his oversized beige coat, a shield against the sharp f...