Home Sweet Home
24 April 2019
The government found me a quiet place in an isolated area, very far from any other quantum gravity theorists. The large knife sits beside the bed at night. When the sofa arrived, I had mixed feelings. It had been over 20 years since I lived in a place I might call home, but it was also a sign that my government’s intentions were worse than ever. They would let me rot here until I died.