The Adjustment Bureaucracy
I A man wearing a grey, three-piece suit, whose dark hair was slicked back in a stylish 1950s coif, stood outside of Terry Runkle’s house and whispered to a raccoon. The raccoon’s name was Fred. It was 11:00p.m. Time was important to the man in the suit, because he dealt in a world … Continue reading The Adjustment Bureaucracy
