A conflict between two sides, on the right, the Romantic, hopeless, hopeful, adamant and delusional, fighting to keep that perfect image, that perfect dream. On the left, The logical, fleeting, realistic and grounded, fighting to keep that delusion in check, fighting to keep that quote “it’s different this time” a-bay. Some say it’s a battle between two organs, both autonomous, both always in conflict, both inseparable, both useless without the other. At the end of the day, there’s no winner here. Either the both loose or they both win. Only time will tell.