Rigil

Budd's unsure when Rigil journals this. Maybe two months after Rigil watches his building's landscaper lie unconscious across track three? And standing next to him, his nomadic best friend from college. This scene, could be her fault. America's experimenting with new ways of well-being for thriving citizens. So, it's a long time from tomorrow.

What drives Rigil to string these memories full of insignificant moments must be an attitude of knowing-because he's an asshole.

It's how he chooses to protect his mystical happy place abstracted in flight to TheDistrict's Port Avanti airport-a territory of states along our Atlantic Coastline. Nine states conform. I'm sure they'll get our west coast later. But it leaves VillageRock sectioned off by our tribal instinctive nature. You won't find these places on the internet.

Anyway, back to Rigil. This disruptive refugee. Aloof to tragedy.