Radical

He keeps mostly to himself.

If you ask how he is, he

gives a faint smile and nods

politely. The last one in at work and

the first to leave. Never late, no

complaints. Spends a lot of time

online, his eyes ringed from all the

late nights. Doesn't seem to eat much.

Sometimes you'll catch him staring off into

space or out at the sky

wistfully, like he's not supposed to be here.

Like he can see through the cracks

that everyone's filled up with

booze, sex, friday nights

and a number of other banalities.

It's not enough for him, he wants to leave.

He spends his days

quietly.

Planning his exit.