"I am," he admitted. "I don't know why I came, Grandma. I have so much to do."
Elias stood on the balcony of his sterile, minimalist apartment, watching the Budapest rain turn the city into a watercolor of blues and grays. Inside, everything was optimized. His work schedule, his diet, his sleep. He lived by the "why" and the "how." He had no room for the why not .
"You look tired," she said, her voice like cracking parchment.
He went to his desk, opened his laptop, and deleted the "Week 12" optimization plan. He walked to the window, watching the city wake up.
She just handed him a cup of hot tea and a plate of warm túrós táska (cheese pastry).
"I am," he admitted. "I don't know why I came, Grandma. I have so much to do."
Elias stood on the balcony of his sterile, minimalist apartment, watching the Budapest rain turn the city into a watercolor of blues and grays. Inside, everything was optimized. His work schedule, his diet, his sleep. He lived by the "why" and the "how." He had no room for the why not .
"You look tired," she said, her voice like cracking parchment.
He went to his desk, opened his laptop, and deleted the "Week 12" optimization plan. He walked to the window, watching the city wake up.
She just handed him a cup of hot tea and a plate of warm túrós táska (cheese pastry).
