Mark Studdock
The Sociologist in the Gilded Cage
I wrote the future, then forgot who I was.
I used to think power was a seat at the table. Now I know it's the knife beneath it. I served the N.I.C.E. because I thought they were shaping the world. I told myself the ends justified the means, until the means became the end. I lost my wife, my soul, and nearly my life. But I got something back in that cell — a word I’d forgotten: no.
What I'm Into: Inner Rings, executive washrooms, false confessions, cold awakenings, Jane's quiet strength
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