going through the motions or settling for what’s in front of you counts as a terrible loss. That’s walking death to me, the years of brave-faced misery, permanently moored in the stormless coves of merely good enough. What do I do? I liberate people who don’t know they’re stuck. I help them to press the eject switch. That’s one definition. Another? I sow chaos. I clean house. I change people’s lives for the better, whether they see it that way or not. Only once did my actions end for the worse. But I don’t like to think about the murder.
