Halvard Johnson
	Schattenwelt Contra mundum--yes, well, weren’t we all in those days. A thick shake, along with fries and a burger, was enough to get us out on the streets, agitating, waving placards, daring the pigs to come get us. We’d argue until dawn, then a half-hour nap before going to work, eyes red and brains glazed over. Please don’t get me wrong, I’ve never misused the workplace for my own ends. High-octane memories cloud my views of reality. You know, I know you do. The part of my brain for solving ethical problems has long been off-limits to any- one with anything to sell, rent, or lease. Paranoja Nothing what it seemed. Sun, a giant slug creeping all day across the roof. Swelling sea, lizard on wall. Eye, spy.