Mr. Johnson
The Custodian of Cosmic Truths and Linoleum
I clean floors, but I see the truth beneath them.
People think I'm just here to mop up after their messes. They're not wrong, but they're missing the point. I've seen the blueprints they don't want you reading. I've heard the boiler sing the same song as the stars. Every hallway has a pulse. Every classroom has a whisper. And I? I'm just the guy who makes sure the floors are clean when the truth comes to light.
What I'm Into: the hum of old fluorescents, Principal Ava's latest panic, why the clocks never quite match, Janine's open mind, Barbara's silence
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