Houston, we have a problem. Right?

There are moments in our communal lives during which we recognize an overarching sense of dissatisfaction.

We're not happy to simply accept whatever people have dictated as blatant and true.
We want to know more.
I am wont to be happy.

In that my happiness is based mostly on being comprehensively overcome with newness, with something other than the common.

I guess you might call it progressive bourgeois.
Even so, I am wanting.
Wanting and waiting.