benji song || district four || cbd #2 || fin

Child of the waves, there are moments where you think your lot in life was given to you as a moment of hysterical irony. Only instead of being in on the joke, you are the punchline, and the very fates themselves placed you on the earth for the laugh factor.

District Four, a place of wealth, and yet you've never known a winter where you haven't struggled to get by. Career academies, where boys and girls go for glory or simply a better chance at survival, and yet you've always found yourself drawn to books and music. And therein lies problems of their own, for now that you are nearly of age it is your duty to help your mother and father make it through each season, for they no longer possess the youth they once had.

Irony, once again, that even though your last name of Song matches one of your true loves, that it must stay oh so far out of reach. But you find your moments, singing softly into the night breeze, reading the book forgotten on the beach in the early morning sunrise...

It's not the easiest of existences, you've gathered that much, but you get by.