Chapter 15: Time for a Movement

I had to switch offices, which meant I had to dig through years worth of crap. I ended up spending hours sifting through folders I'd not viewed in as many as perhaps eight years. Faded faxes, forgotten phone numbers, scribbled "off the recond" interviews with people who have died, handwritten notes from people I wish had died... Out it went. Now I cower deep in a cavernous, fluorescent-lit room. We're likely to move again to another building next year. I guess I've had a head start.