Earlier that day, he had seen an old man struggle with a heavy bag of groceries at the subway entrance. Dozens of people pushed past him. Some groaned at the obstruction; others didn’t even look up. Radu had stopped to help, and the old man’s eyes hadn't just shown gratitude—they showed shock. It was as if kindness had become a foreign language that no one spoke anymore. "We are the last ones," Radu whispered to the wind.

Feeling like an outsider in a shallow, materialistic world.

The shift from character-driven lives to image-driven ones.

The choice to remain "human" despite the social cost.