BF Skinner watches a boy develop — to spy on process when he can’t dream.. 
 
parking spaces have words with him. Children are the future —  
keep them distracted.  
And  in media res, when you lock your room you can’t get anywhere. Ask Caligari. Bright blues in a white nothing to them, a looming sluice through the discomfort zone. Here we go. 

I don’t deserve friends like you.