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The Wanderer in the Lost City

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alienation consumerism existential irrationality poverty shortstory travel

A nameless traveler is unable to enjoy his island getaway amidst the consumerism, poverty, and shallowness that dominate his surroundings. 

Filled with existential despair and acerbic wit these short stories or, 'lamentations,' grapple with themes ranging from contemporary politics, to God and religion, to the absurdity of everyday existence.

From the opening moments exploring the unraveling mind of a character on a journey through the vacuity of consumer society, to the finale in which we await the arrival of an absent Messiah, these stories cut to the heart of the human condition.

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alienation consumerism existential irrationality poverty shortstory travel

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