He wished there was an app where could just write his thoughts and they’d turn to words. He wanted to write down everything about
Spacecity
he wanted to go to the press. He wanted to expose everything. Then he wanted to leave. Pack up everything and go.
He first was going to call it in. Then make a voice note, but no instead he looked for a pen. Text he thought always lasted made a bigger impact was more permanent than everything else. In this way it will last. Also they couldn’t track this. That he was sure of. They can’t read what he’s writing unless there’s a direct camera.
He took off to a coffee shop. If he went 5 miles out of the radius they couldn’t have bugged those.
He left the house with a pen and a notebook determine to lay it all out.