Iterations

It's 1988 and I don't remember much more about the date and time than that but I know that the world has gone from a torrent of wild emotion to one that is anything but. When I wake, I'm greeted by concerned faces and expectations that I don't understand. My head hurts and, even though … Continue reading Iterations

Adam

When we pull up to the restaurant, it's a long, slow deceleration and I'm flanked by other vehicles so far in all directions that I'm not even sure where the beginning and the ending is. Even to the side of me are other vehicles - solid black, windows tinted, bulletproof. Someone opens the door next … Continue reading Adam