February 24, 2010
The snow was glittering like cracked granite as I shoveled my side of the driveway. I heard distant trains and more snow in the distance, disturbed my passing motorists. Somewhere inside the layer of shoveled snow lining the driveway was also faint memories of Super Mario World and Christopher, who had fully bloomed into shades of black and corporate sophistication. That's who he always was to me at the time, when I was still a student cleaning empty office buildings part-time. Phantoms of those possessing that same leverage over me appeared as the wind blowed. There's lots to learn.