It’s all old men today. I hustle past one on the sidewalk, but ahead, another totters over his cane. When I sit down at a café next to the biotech firm, there is one sitting with nothing in front of him. His hands are filthy and his nails long and dirty. He is covered in a greasy hoodie. He talks to himself. There is an underpass full … Continue reading The Void and the Man, Part II