Tuesday, July 27, 2010
You may find your headquarters to be a shack in the woods. You sitting smartly at your desk. Outside the shack a line of visitors. Each one comes in and asks to see a different person. The young blond man is here to see Mr Russel and the girl is here for Dr Rossenburg. You are him each time. You give them ambiguous orders across your desk. Sometimes they conflict. Sometimes you go back on your word. Sometimes you give the order to kill the visitor who sat in the chair last. They do your bidding. You the puppeteer of this chaos.