
Wealth breeds an inescapable, suffocating apathy
Theodor Mishujew sits amidst a glittering seaside resort, immune to the music and servile waiters surrounding him. Vast fortunes alter how others behave around a man, turning every interaction into a calculated display. For Mishujew, luxury has lost its novelty and hardened into an annoying habit he can neither enjoy nor shed. He stares out past the artificial lights toward the dark sea, feeling utterly detached from his own life.
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