Age of Clowns

In the afternoon, Arthur's home.

Arthur, who hadn't slept all day, was lying on the bed helplessly. Arthur's mind was flashing like a horse racing through scenes. Every scene in his life, strong adrenaline surged into his brain, making his restless heart beat. It's getting faster and faster, this is another sleepless memory...

"Killing the rich? Is this a new movement?"

"As tensions continue to rise around the metropolis,"

"Mayor Stokes urges citizens to remain calm."

"Municipal services were affected and some businesses decided not to open during the unrest. This report is provided by Chuck Steves."

"The anger and resentment that has been simmering among the citizens of this city for weeks appears to be about to explode."

"Protesters, most dressed as clowns, have taken over the streets today and are planning a number of demonstrations; including a large party tomorrow night outside a charity event at Wayne Mansion... ….….”

Arthur was lying weakly on the bed at home, listening to the news on the TV. The words revealed the recent news in Gotham City. Arthur, who was originally indifferent, quietly heard the news coming from the TV. During the clown demonstration, Arthur's cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with clarity.

Arthur's brain resumed functioning like an electric shock. He stood up and watched the news reported on TV in shock.

"Go to hell, rich people! Go to hell, Thomas Wayne!" shouted a man in a clown costume.

"This is the purpose of our protest! Death to the entire system!" Another man wearing a clown mask continued.

Arthur witnessed everything in front of him in surprise, his eyes revealed inexplicable excitement, and he subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

"Thomas Wayne recently announced that he is running for mayor, and he will attend the charity event tomorrow night."

"You may still remember that a few days ago, it was Thomas Wayne who took the lead in calling many Gotham citizens "clowns", and so far, Thomas Wayne still has not apologized to the citizens... "

At this time, Thomas Wayne's face flashed on the TV. He stood in the center like a star in a suit and leather suit. Beside him were reporters from various companies, clustering around Thomas Wayne.

Thomas Wayne looked at the camera and said calmly: "What I want to say is that there seems to be something wrong with these people's minds, but I will help them. I will help them get out of poverty and help them improve. my own life."

"I think they may not realize it, but to be honest, I am their only hope now..." Thomas Wayne stood in front of the camera and talked.

An angry roar came from the side:

"Thomas Wayne, go to hell! We don't need you!"

"We are all clowns! Although we are humble! But we have dignity!"

"Kill the rich! Bring justice to the people!"

"Even if a clown becomes the mayor! It's better than people like you!"

Angry crowds gathered crazily at the entrance of the Gotham Theater. People wore clown masks and held signs to fight against the rich people in front of them.

At this time, the Gotham Theater was playing Modern Times starring Mr. Chaplin, as if to suit the occasion, telling everyone that this seemed to have been a joke all along.

Cigarettes are harmful but no one teaches you to smoke them.

Liquor is harmful to the body, but no one forces you to drink it.

But this world is not because you think too much, but is really getting crazier. Loneliness makes you light the cigarette in your hand, and exhaustion makes you drink the strong wine in the glass.

It's never the last straw that breaks your life.

It's about resisting the painful pressure on you all the time.

Every time you wake up and open your eyes, you need money.

Who can you blame?

Our dream has always been to have an ordinary house.

You don't need to be prosperous and tall, you just want to support your parents.

In the future, if you marry an ordinary wife, you may have one or two children.

Our extravagant desires have always been so ordinary.

Then, why should we spend a lifetime to build such a house?

Then, why do we put down our dignity and face those high financial gifts.

Who can you blame?

Is it to blame those rising housing prices that make people feel more desperate?

Is it to blame those rich people who are becoming more and more envied and envied?

still is,

To be hostile to those pretentious money-worshiping girls?

There is nothing wrong with a gold digger. She just hopes that she can live a rich life and does not have to live a humble life.

Don't we want to marry a beautiful rich girl deep down? This is never a person's fault.

You can't stand the suffering in the world, and you feel that others are extorting money from supporting the elderly, so it is the bad people who have grown old.

In fact, the old man doesn't want to, but he wants to live. He can't find the culprit, so he has no money for treatment. He knows that it was not the young man who knocked him down, but if he doesn't have money, he will die and drag himself down. children...

Old man, I don’t want to die… Old man, I want to live…

You can't stand the socialites who go out for separate deals, and think it's a shame for them to go out for separate deals and take photos.

In fact, what they pursue and fantasize about is not what a normal person would pursue.

in fact,

Those things buried deep inside us will make us become more and more weird.

(I hope none of us will give up hope).