This is the representation of the overestimation of conventional beauty in our surroundings. Misery lurks with restless loneliness in every disregarded corner in a state of perpetual melancholy. Thunderous clouds harboring the destruction of cataclysmic turmoil within their moist molecules rumble through the previously blue skies without hesitation. Yet these afflictions are avoided by us with immense vigor. Perhaps we demand too much from delicate elegance, and forget the importance of personal misadventure and collective tribulation alike. There is something to be said about the raw beauty of adversity.