My mind was moving faster than the truck as we tore down the road. Nothing here seemed to matter, and the trees and sky melted together into the color of static. Dear father has a secret, a plan for what comes next. I try to remember who I was before I put on the suit, what my life was like when my mind was my own.

The truck comes to a smooth stop as we arrive at the rendezvous point. The smoke fills my mind with rainbows and dreams of the past. I look into the market’s eyes and see the fear and greed hiding in his constantly calculating mind. Behind all of those numbers, all of those statistical projections and objective data points, there’s a pure fragility tucked deep inside of each of us.

But tonight, I bury that deeper. Tonight, I lose my mind to the smoke and the frenzy. Tonight, we kill an angel.