1:00 pm I put the Brita back in the fridge and check my phone. Trevor is playing PS4 on the couch. He pauses the game. He looks up. “Have you heard about this march? It’s all over my Facebook.” “Yeah. I’ve got a couple friends who were trying to get…

It’s Thursday morning and Donald Trump is staring out a window in the Oval Office. He’s alone. His mind trails off to campaign days and the friends he’d made and the fires they set for him. He misses them. He wishes he just could go back. …

It’s eight o’clock and the sunset over Detroit is something like fuchsia or orange. Kind of in between those, just peeking through a blip of clouds on the horizon. I’m flying home which is something I’ve said a few times today without thinking. I guess New York is home now. …

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“Now we’re just running in circles, Mr. Petersberg.” The comment bounced off the white walls, to the tile, and back onto the pine desk. From across the keyboard an overweight Angel sent an empty stare into the depths of Mr. Winston Petersberg. “I’m sorry,” Winston replied. “I just don’t understand…