In the age of upheaval, Freund cuts to the truth.

The odor of disillusionment is ripe these days. It's an easy thing to which to succumb, and no one could fault you for that. The current socio-political atmosphere is muggy and thick and 'bout to burst. And we're all trapped inside its tightening, veiny grasp. It takes a vital moment of clarity to hit you squarely across the chest to rattle you awake enough from such gloomy reveries, and when we're left gasping for breath, that's when we feel most alive.