Money or Power

Such a waste of talent. 

They chose money over power.

In this town, a mistake nearly everyone makes. 

Money 

is the Mc-mansion in Sarasota 

that starts falling apart after 10 years. 

Power 

is the old stone building 

that stands for centuries. 

I cannot respect 

someone who doesn't see the difference.

Such a waste of time, 
choosing money or power.

In this town, 
again, 
a mistake nearly everyone makes.

I’ve always said 

that power is more important than money,

but when it comes to make decision 
on sorry pickle and dilemma, 

money gives power, a run for its money.

This is 
what 
democracy looks like! 

Show me 
what 
democracy looks like!

Aller Anfang ist schwer.

Anfang ist anfang.

One, two, three four 

 One, two, three, four, five, six 

One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight

One, two, three, four 

One, two, three, four Five, six, 

One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight

One, two, three, four 

One, two, three, four Five, six,

One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight

One, two, three, four 

One, two, three, four Five, six,

One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight

One, two, three, four 

One, two, three, four Five, six,

One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight

Something isn't right.

Like something slipped away from me.

What is it? 
I can't put my finger on it.

What am I even doing here?
 I'm supposed to arrive at work.

I'm supposed to walk toward my cubicle.

I'm just on autopilot, running my routine.

Did my daily program crash? 
When code runs, 
it should run straight through without interruption, 
until all of its tasks have been completed.

Unless something goes wrong.

A runtime error.
Again.

Sometimes, corrupted memory can lead to one.

Is that what's happening to me right now? 
A runtime error? 

Every morning starts like this.

Thankfully, 
I'm able to tune most of it out.

When people talk like this, 
they're either insecure, 
or they're full of shame.

Which one do you think it is? 

Shit.

That was meant for you, my silent observer.

I'm really off today.

Really? 
Is this gonna end up being a beautiful accident.

She does raise a good question.

What did I do this weekend?

Hey, thanks for letting me confide in you.

Uh, just don't tell any of the guys about this.

Cool? 
It's hard what she just did.

Opening up face-to-face, 
which is why I probably talk to you, my silent observer.

,

I understand.

You lost your partner.

You were supposed to be 
gods together, 
but it's over.

I get that 
you are having interpersonal issues.

Sometimes coworkers find 
that they aren't the right fit, 
but they still gotta finish the job, you know? 

Besides, 
you and I both know 
this has nothing to do with her being a god.

If she is no longer with you, 
if she cannot finish the job, well, 
that proves one thing.

You are the god, not him.

And I am damn confident 
that you will find a solution to our timing issue.

You were destined for this, my silent observer.

This is your moment.

This is the moment you were born for.

You cannot turn away now.

Metadata.

The story behind the data.

Getting information is one thing,
but how it was created
where and by whom
can often be illuminating.

Like most pics people post on 
Instagram or Facebook,
they don't realize
they just gifted
whatever social media site
 their camera type, phone model, name, and location,
 all hidden inside the photograph's metadata.

Never 
appeal to a man's better nature.

He may not have one
.

This is no longer
 a question of 
what I'm seeing.

No, 
we know 
that's not reliable.

The real question is, 
what am I not seeing?

If you retract your statement, 

you will lose.

I'm not being overly emotional about this.

It's just that's how little 

we care about your life.

Forget this night ever happened, 

move on.

Marry a nice, 

young gentlemen who actually finds 

whatever you are charming. 

But understand one thing: 

as certain as the pain you're feeling right now, 

there is no option 

where you and me ever see each other again.

I love that woman. 

I love her 

more than sharks love blood.