I stared at the blue screen at the center of it all, knowing what came before, what came after. The Game.
The Creator.
“Are you he?” I again confront Zebra also at the center, forwards facing white still in front here and backwards facing black still in back yacking on his phone. I had a right to know, not be left behind.
Lips still zipped? Maybe he told me what was going on without speaking. To be continued?