We bumped into each other or rather our hands bumped into each other. Only real focus on something can take a person so far into their own head they don’t notice a pending collision. That our game of chicken (hands) was happening in the local public library at the card catalogue only added to the farce of our first meeting. The inadvertent fist bump a result of the two of us looking for the same b...

The path is red, red the path is.

They say my name, they do not know what they call.

I collect their desires, the price is all.

For the scales must balance and the ledgers must square....

It was bad enough, I naively thought - hidden cameras in the workplace. Surely there had to be some kind of release or acknowledgement they had the right. The flaw in my thinking was in how I defined ‘they.’ They weren’t part of the company I worked for they were the eyeballs of a machine spanning buildings, blocks, cities. I guess this is how it starts. One day you have an idea of reality and the...