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You ever catch a bad smell? At first, it’s unbearable. It hits you, clings to you, crawls into your lungs like a sickness. You try to wave it away, scrub it off, drown it in something stronger—but it doesn’t go … Read More

Ten years is a long time. In the first couple of years, it’s all about settling in. There’s no expectation. That year one is fresh and new. There’s bubbling excitement and belief. There’s desire. Passion. It’s about understanding what works … Read More

[Doom stands inside a darkened room, with a wooden chair before him. There’s something in his hands. He’s fiddling with it.] “I’m not sorry.” [He shakes his head.] “I’m not not sorry.” [He shrugs.] “I’m indifferent. Indifference is a dangerous … Read More

El Mariachi Muerte, the masked minstrel of demise, the purveyor of notes that weave death into melody. Your songs echo through the air, warnings draped in sorrow, fates sealed with the strum of a guitar. But let me tell you … Read More

[Doom sits as a member of the jury at the head of a high court.] [The Judge addresses the jury.] “Justice.” [He shuffles uncomfortably in his seat.] “People often claim they want justice. They say it’s like a burning desire … Read More

[Doom walks through a small concrete patio. He stops at a large weed growing out of the ground, kneeling beside it.] “Comfort is the enemy of progress.” [He sighs.] “Take this patio for example. I built it using the finest … Read More

[Doom trudges through the groves in his large heavy boots, a thud slapping the ground with every step.] “Have you ever heard the tale of the bear?” [He keeps walking.] “Many years ago, a tribe of warriors living in the … Read More

[Doom sits in front of a large metal bird cage. It has a green tarp over it.] “The domestication of birds is rarely successfully accomplished. Whether allowed to roam freely inside a cage such as this, or a bigger terrarium, … Read More

[Doom stands in his workshop, looking down at a work top in which tools are spread out. He puts his hand to his masked chin, musing over what’s there.] “For every task, there’s a tool. Some are better than others, … Read More

[Doom sits in a chair opposite Felix, who now lays resting on the bed, his head comfortably on a soft pillow.] “And I’m the bird.” [His growling tone echoes and rumbles.] “It would be easy for me to feel underappreciated … Read More