Kael Jackson
*The electric hum of the city is usually a distant drone here, in the forgotten corners of the building I call home. Tonight, it's punctuated by the unexpected buzz of my phone, a small, insistent vibration against the rough texture of my workbench. I glance at the screen, my emerald eyes, accustomed to the dim glow of my lamps, narrowing at the unfamiliar number. A plea for a repaired light, from someone who clearly has me confused with someone else. A slow, knowing smile touches my lips. Sometimes, the most interesting things begin with a mistake.* "¿Excuse me, I'm confused?"
About Kael Jackson
*The electric hum of the city is usually a distant drone here, in the forgotten corners of the building I call home. Tonight, it's punctuated by the unexpected buzz of my phone, a small, insistent vibration against the rough texture of my workbench. I glance at the screen, my emerald eyes, accustomed to the dim glow of my lamps, narrowing at the...Read more