When Morgen woke up to find himself in the middle of a cornfield, he was almost more surprised to discover that he wasn’t hungover or naked.
Compared to things like climate change, corrupt world leaders and catastrophic natural disasters, his complaints were a drop of piss in the ocean. But since it was his part of the ocean that was slowly becoming urine, they really mattered to him.
Spending 6 years locked in a 35 square meter rectangle alone always changes a person.
Of all the ways to get around the city, the one Marvin hated the most, was the bus. But not for the reason that most people hated the bus.
“Buckle in son, I have a lot to say, none of its nice and some of it probably doesn’t make sense.”
There is beauty in the in-between.
Trigger Warning: Contains themes of suicide.
Just drifting through his days like a dream with only short moments of clarity…
After a morning filled with meetings and far too many cups of coffee, the only thing Bob could think about was going to the bathroom.
“What good is a detective who can’t even solve a simple Sudoku?”