Red Engineering

Life turns in New England bring a nerdist-citizen to a 'colored' consciousness for what's (simply) doubt.

A life-couture yarn inspired (loosely) by The Woman in Red (Gene Wilder), which I think you'll like, 

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Amlan Satan worked happily in New England as a city-scape designer and engineer and found his work was satisfactory and knew the lines of bureaucracy-arts to select the right colors/shapes for transit-hospitality readings in the 21st-Century American Homeland and hoped this comfort-life would render a Selfie-culture commentary for everyday consciousness, but his wife, older than he in years, his old college professor (Sheila), began to ask him about his overtly-nerdist consciousness.

SHEILA: Do you doubt you're unique for nerdist-circle Selfie-lines for life's redundancies?

SATAN: Nope.

The city welcomed Mr. Amlan Satan, and he was a proud engineer of its lines of transit-architecture for design (wow). However, Sheila was right. There was something amiss in his consciousness, something that she rather remembered fondly when they began considering a love-relationship while he was her grad-student in the Windy-City of Bulls/Bears markets. They used to like attending Bears games together, and this new life of city-engineering brought out a blush in the man post-conversation with the wise Sheila (hmmm).

SHEILA: I've got you tickets to MoMa, and I want you to see the new lady-red exhibition!

SATAN: A woman-in-red plethora-arts rendering for Romanticism-bound, for this nerdist.

SHEILA: Don't you trust in my acumen anymore, Mr. Satan; take the ticket and see the art!

SATAN: Alright, friend; I'll do what you're saying, but I'm not promising a revelation/beauty.

SHEILA: Fine (Facebook like).

The pizza at the MoMa-event was fantastic. Amlan Satan gobbled it up like a red-blushing goblin. The food was served in the afternoon pre-event, during which the guide took the attendants/investors around and fancied the varied artworks of lovely American passerby in red-colored clothing, and some models were on-hand to showcase some 'reflection' cloth-designs imprinted onto the artworks at the museum on the day (New England). However, what Amlan most-liked was that zesty 'gourmet' pizza.

DANICA: Come here often?
SATAN: Who (me)?

DANICA: What'd you make of all this red-blush engineering, Mr. Satan?
SATAN: Someone told you my name, miss.

DANICA: You're a cult-cyber fave among designers in New England, ok.

SATAN: You're putting the charms on me as one of the red-clothing models here, lady.

DANICA: Name's Danica; found you looking nerdy/lonely, Mr. Satan.

SATAN: Geez, you're beautiful, like your painting-rep, Danica (ha).

DANICA: This is the beginning of something meaningful (for us?).

SATAN: Goodness me, I was commanded to be here for dialysis advice, lady-in-red.

DANICA: Darn...bureaucracy delivers darkness (for us).

SATAN: What the hell will I do now, Danica?

DANICA: Facebook like.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)