In this dialogue, two outspoken men philosophy about life, death and agency.

Diogenes: cynical times, nothing is certain, living through vice and corruption.

Alexander: I’d like to meet this famous cynic.

D: I love sunning myself outside this local gymnasium.

A: I am Alexander the Great.

D: I am Diogenes the Cynic

A: Your wish is my command.

D: then, get out of my light.

A: If Freedom had smiled on me, I would endure your failure to be homeless.

D: no one chooses to be without.

A: You did.

D: Or so it seems. What comes from your great sucesss?

A: Very small failures. But we are both pretending to be more than meets the eye.

D: I mock the gods or agency that forced my hand.

A: Hmm, I will meet my death like a dream.

D: then we are both imposters.

A: so it seems.