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The city was draped in that blank gray the world wore when it painted despair only to be seen from great heights. It was there, that Jack walked through like a ghost — day after day of life pressed together in an unremarkable stream. It was as though his life had been reduced to softly acquiescing the sameness… He simply walked through routines that did not excite him and gave nothing in return.

He had once been a dreamer, an artist who painted the world in bold colors. Except now his apartment was a gallery of unfinished Canvases by half-formed on options he'd forgotten about: pat potential, hopes gone to cobweb.

And then one dreary morning, mundane was overturned by a flat tire and an odd encounter with some stranger assuring us that we were not alone. A small act of good, one jack did not even realize he was capable of mooding a sequence for Jack's own view on what happiness and purpose meant.