“The CEO Went Undercover at His Own Dealership — One Sentence Made Him Stop Cold” – The Archivist

wooden blocks I’d kept from when Marcus was young. Built elaborate towers. Made up stories about the people who lived in them. Used his imagination in ways that seemed rusty from disuse.

They were good kids. Not broken or bad, just managed poorly. Raised in a home where convenience trumped connection, where screens replaced conversation, where nobody continue reading …