Once upon a time Cassandra used to be able to wake up, get ready and excited for a warm cup of coffee, with which she would enjoy the daily newspaper. The waking up thing and the breakfast preparation routine she could still do, no worries at all, but the news and entertainment articles that used to be published and distributed everyday were long gone. If that was not the case, then they were not as prominent as before. 

What happened? 

Why are there less and less newspapers being displayed on the street stands these days? 

Is there nothing to report about? 

Have we relied on the exchange of information through the people we see everyday instead? Is it, say, more convenient than having to be informed of certain things by words and words splattered across two pages?

Despite Cassandra's outspoken claim, she did have some knowledge of some cities having their own district-wide newspaper in the past, but nonetheless - was having a universal one such a bad idea? 

Of course it wasn't. As long as those involved in the making of the news publication acknowledge the rules that come about starting one. In fact, Cassandra knew that some, if not many, were not really in favour of letting certain criminal events being made known to the public out of fear that it might cause tyranny or chaos to erupt. 

In no way families would have to provide a deep insight into what they're doing these days, but there's certainly no harm in a friendly interview with a mob boss or an associate on the grind. It'd be fun to read, eh? As a resident and associate of a family representative of Chicago, I'd love to see someone interview Rubix and Cary_Grant one of these days.

Seriously - am I crazy though? You tell me. Lets bring back a newspaper! Lest we forget, bring back those fun and responsible reporters.

Although, there is the indefinite possibility that this could all just be wishful thinking, and that I'm talking out of my ass, but my warm cup of coffee isn't the same anymore without that damn newspaper I've been itching for. 

Tara listened with interest to CassandraVilmont.

"I think you've raised an interesting point here. I launched a couple editions of my own paper, but found myself swamped by other business. The thought of trying to catch up on everything that happened is... well, it's intimidating, to say the least."

"I wouldn't mind reading one, but it's a hell of a lot of work to put one together. In my experience, group ventures tend to fail because it's hard to keep people on the same page- whereas newspapers written by a single person tend to fail the moment that individual gets distracted or occupied."

"Have you ever considered writing one, Miss...?"

Cassandra looked around her, hoping to see someone step out from the crowd and voice their thoughts.

Finally after a couple of moments of ungainly silence, one lady had emerged from the sea of faces and caught Cassandra's attention. At this, Cassandra readied her ears and focused on the thoughts she was harbouring. 

"Oh, yeah. That's understandable. With the criminal world and everything happening within, as a reporter, it's a tough job. How I know this? Well, I don't want to get too deep into the past of my ancestors, but I have definitely considered starting up another one. But I don't want to anymore. Not after I realized my capabilities didn't match up to the standards I wanted a newspaper to have...

...The last one I did, even though I had the help of about five or six people, I still found myself struggling to keep up. In the end, I stopped completely. And I only ever released one issue. That's how difficult it was. Now I'm not saying this is the experience for everybody who starts a newspaper, but consistent posting of weekly reports on the state of the world is just something I can't do. Life keeps taking me away. Maybe someone else can prove me wrong, and tell me 'it's easy, as long as you put your mind to it', but seriously - I'm not churning out newspapers anytime soon." 

She wondered if Tara had thought by now that these were ravings of a mad woman, and suddenly she grew selfish of the fact that she pretty much had just been harping on her own past. Cassandra looked at Tara, with raised eyebrows and a soft smile while half shrugging her shoulders and says: 

"I appreciate you coming out with me here today and sharing your thoughts though. And, um-.. I don't have any champagne on me right now, but I do wish we could be bonding over it. Just a mini celebration of what your papers in the past did for my entertainment and knowledge. Like many others, I did enjoy what you put out. Immensely. I'm just hoping one day you wake up and suddenly get the urge to do something like it again. Well whatever, people change. Things change." 

"Anyways, gotta get going now. Thank you- again."

Cassandra felt like she was balancing on a tall cliff, afraid she'll fall, afraid that she'll let herself lose control of the situation and suddenly slip into the unknown. Her face heated up and her thoughts scrambled in her brain. But she ended the conversation with a warm smile. Simple and sweet. It was nice to take walks down memory lane.