this morning #570.

this morning, it was possible that his lack of advanced education was partially to blame for his inability to grasp the severity of the situation. HIS HOUSE WAS ON FIRE. not literally, of course, as he currently resided on the 15th floor of a brick residential tower that wouldn’t burn to the ground for another two years. within the walls of his apartment, there were a collection of concurrent crises coming up to the surface. failed tests. reckless arrests. possible pregnancy. escalating enemies. he was so caught up in himself that he’d left his children free to do whatever they wanted but as he wolfed down a bowl of oatmeal, his daughter emerged from her room. her words finally woke him up.