People want to change, but fate, if you believe in that, is inflexible. People can change, but there’s no such thing as a free lunch under capitalism. 

Absolutely gorgeous noir of interconnectivity. Money binds, pits one against the other. The real winners are mentioned or heard from but we never see them down here in the rat race. Just as a publicly traded company’s actual responsibilities are to it’s share holders, everyone else gets to piddle their lives away at scraps that look like fortunes. And I do me everyone: old versus new, men versus women, strangers, friends, all the while listening to tepid confucianism or half remember quotes from billionaires from some drunk.