Fallen angel, answering my own questions
As I enter the main conference room of the Agency, I find sad, forlorn figures seemingly begging for motivation to continue exploring humanity's darkest secrets. And motivation is the Devil's work, after all. In a precise moment of inspiration, I remind them that the most crucial growth doesn't happen during meditation or reading a complex [...]
"I hate them and their hypocrisy," he starts as we walk out of the Agency, "I find them more toxic than most of the psychopaths I know." Says Dee, walking out of the building and onto that street that always leads us to beers and conversations. Something triggered his excitement about this topic, and it's [...]
The air is alive in the small Spanish restaurant tonight. Most patrons have come to see an important boxing match that is, despite its significance to the sport, obscured by concurrent events. From the laughter, the clinging of tequila glasses and cheap beer bottles, a sense of normality greets those who have come here to [...]
The long walk presents him with a delicious opportunity for meditation and the novelty of repetitive motion seems to make thinking easier than it has been for days. Confusion seems to dissipate with every step he takes. His mind, which is occupied by the confusion of seeing his old home in flames craves the catharsis [...]
What follows is the first of a series of conversations with a man I have known for decades. This is his account of how we met, and yes, I play the Devil in this story. I have arranged the language and structure of the original post to fit the style of this blog. My Conversation [...]