Tag: Choice

The grey room. Options sprawl, a tangled mess on the linoleum floor – careers, lovers, cities, vices. They writhe, pulsate with a sickly neon light. You, a bloodshot eye peering through a cracked peephole, must choose. But choice is a meat grinder, baby. It chews you up, spits out a pre-packaged version of yourself, cellophane-wrapped…