Out of place and under-dressed

Sometimes when Oscar goes to his window to catch his air, he peers down at the street, almost annoyingly bright for just one streetlight.

He detests how "modern men" dress these days with their denim slacks and their distasteful cufflinks.

Wearing black to anywhere but a funeral or an invitation only dinner party, how tacky.

Sometimes he wonders at the fashions of man, and deems them a necessary evil, keeping the perpetual wheels of idealism running, whilest knowingly to a pointless and repetetitive end.

Oscar's Notes:

Mankind and His Devices
"Such masters are we, of our own domain, that we should have time to create art. Furthermore we are so vain in our infinate boredom that we spare seconds of hours of life qualifying such a thing into catagories of 'tasteful' and 'descriminate.' How ever-reaching our arrogance is."

"Who amongst any of creation, can claim to create themselves? We are gods amongst men, all of us, and if so then we are not gods at all."

"I studied a queer gentleman the other evening, pacing down my street, talking to himself about some indiscernable frailty, or the weather perhaps."

"For his own, he cared nothing of his coat getting wet, but any man can see he paid over fifty and a half dollars for that coat. What quality of rain and temperment does defy our own monetary values, or otherwise for such a matter? What line, when crossed, seperates the irrelevant from the irrevokeable?"

"This is surely something to give thought to."

-Oscar