Guy came out to see if he could install land line internet today. His eyes were dead. His voice was that of repeating corporate talking points. I tried to break through it, to reach his soul. Make a human connection. But he was on autopilot. Like so many others.

Ive been thinking about it since he left. That dead, passionless, tone in his voice.

I will go quietly. You feel me? I will NOT go MF quietly.

I will live.