Donald Trump, a Script-writing Homunculus, and Me

In a lunch-induced fog one afternoon, I was fully immersed in my typical productivity-avoidance routine: scrolling through Twitter, not for the snark and fire icons, but for links to stories that, while not pertinent to my day job, can nonetheless fire my imagination up for an afternoon run back to it. It was in theContinue reading “Donald Trump, a Script-writing Homunculus, and Me”