Romantics@Market

A Story by Abishai100

Can capitalism culture 'spawn' real forms of living human emotion/Ego?

An offbeat 'society-romance' fable inspired very loosely by Serendipity (John Cusack).

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Prince Amlan Satan lived off his inherited fortunes and Wall Street earnings in New England and prepared to create his special great American novel about capitalism life superstitions, perhaps featuring a leprechaun-messenger for fortune-life ideations of the human race of intelligence and profit machinations, but he felt like he still wanted his advice from his old Princeton guru before sharing his pre-writing notes on social-media with other writers/readers in New England areas.

His guru, a fan of social-media/movies himself, liked to think of his prodigy-prince's work regarding capitalism 'superstition' writing as a 'fantastic' modern examination of the quality of human race fortune diagrams in the post-9/11 era, and he hoped the novel would offer something completely 'novel' to the great American landscape of media/movies driven society 'psychology' talk surrounding fortune-life detectives in the Western-world (wow).

However, Prince Satan remained a sort of individualized learner of this capitalism 'matrix' of the United States (New England) and liked collecting special commerce-life society treasures/totems/diadems like McDonald's promo-football consumerism/media trumpet prize-cards like the amazing late-20th Century Kosar-Browns promotional QB-card, which he believed captured all the 'magic' and superstition regarding fortune-life investments and overground activity belying a sort of purely 'Western' view of the adventurism of wrought capitalist chess. However, simultaneously, the prince felt all this commerce-life treasure diagram work somehow robbed him of something human, which was ironic since he'd been writing about the 'human' quality of capitalism life itself, and the emotions/pedestrianism behind it giving rise to both culture-trends of substantial market strength, and of course and unfortunately, those 'darker' anti-civilization angst backlash trends of terrorism destabilizing the human formula of living consumerism magic.

PRINCE SATAN: Even my Princeton-guru may not be able to advise me about my possible overindulgence in commerce-life treasures/trophies which are robbing me of a living human formula...and drawing me to a 'Scrooge' like loneliness in New England (hmm).

Well, Prince Satan (Amlan!) found that 'extra' spice lacking in this 'cauldron' of capitalism superstition writing and collection and examination alongside his Princeton-guru. This spice came in the form of an unanticipated romance at the market. One Saturday afternoon, while Amlan was at the Boston-WalMart shopping for materials for his evening meal of pasta-and-potatoes to complement his cyber-chess society tourney that night, he ran into a very beautiful masked woman shopping at that market. To him, she somehow seemed like a 'visage-vision' of a writer's muse or 'angel' who'd 'rescue' him from his overindulgences/obsession...and perhaps even loneliness. He decided to talk to her, to walk up to her and explain to her his past, his fortunes, his work with his Princeton-guru, and his 'dream' to write that great American novel about capitalism-superstition. She told him her name ('Ezzy') and he found her charming and beautiful, a model right out of a 'cool' American shopping/society/fashion magazine or journal, a perfect 'social media figurine' arguably.

EZZY: You strike me as a real-life prince with a preoccupation with intellectual achievement(s).

AMLAN: You've examined me rightly, Ezzy; I'm lonely too; I think you're that special cure (yeah).

EZZY: Really --- I didn't think of myself as a 'society' detective (hmm).

AMLAN: You are!

They got married and had a son (Damian) for whom Amlan the prince purchased a very fun/colorful Peanuts-media themed chess set on which he'd teach his precocious gorgeous son the stalemate-complexity diagrams reflective of social-matrix intrigue (e.g., Cold-War conversations, capitalism-gridlock intelligence, human controls music). Ezzy knew she found a 'great' prince to share her newfound life of fortune and society-life, and Amlan Satan knew he'd 'won' what he lacked in his earlier life of purely 'brainiac' expressions --- a Love execution.

This had become a straightforward story about a prince-brainiac who found what was missing in his life --- applications of sociology/literature onto the 'human field' of lived/wrought emotionalism and even romance. This is what made this prince's story somehow different --- it had become a design in humility, even in this detection world of capitalism-fortune driven danger/diamonds imagination (hmm).