[There is a Johan sitting on his bed. Same bed, same room, same window with a metal spider hanging outside it behind him.]

I should be grading papers right now.

. . . how weird is it . . . even though I know I'm going to worry like crazy about some of my kids . . .

. . . I feel like this is where I'm supposed to be? Even if everything I had ( Read more... )

[The video feed starts up slow, the picture zooming in on the smooth curve of sculpted stone. In the background, there’s the lonely heavy breathing of a solitary person, someone who’s worked hard today, fought hard today, perhaps moreso than he has in years. The camera switches, shifts, cranes back as it’s lifted up; there’s a flash of a headless ( Read more... )