Chained to a desk and a laptop, the large hotel window next to me is open. I look down over the city of Lincoln, feeling like a malevolent Lord.
People scurry like ants, cars zoom to and fro, seemingly in a hurry, but going nowhere.
I lord over it all from my clock tower, glad I don’t have a high powered rifle.
The time when I can disappear off the grid can never come soon enough. Remember this when one day the stories from this site become no more, just like your own mortality.
