Mark likes to play computer games. In real life
he fixes televisions. There are solder spots on his hands,
when he sends his armies to the front lines.
Paul, who measures buildings before they are inhabited,
enjoys spinning a lifetime of infinities in his mind.
Oscar, the media guy, prefers sitting in the sun.
Justine with an e, who owns many clothes and signals,
squats tearfully on shattered glass.
Such a grand vision of human freedom.
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