Jen Haggard

embracing broken

In the future there are no meetings. No zoom calls, conference calls, agendas designed to fill time and space but not actually achieve anything. In fact in the future meetings have been outlawed and when citizens are found violating this mandate and abusing the laws of time and space they are subjected to an extremely heavy fine, public ridicule, and their name goes in to the book. That is the punishment dreaded most in the society of the future, for though it looks innocent- like a typical small black notebook- it is anything but. For you see your name in the book means one thing only and that is that you are no longer allowed into the upper echelons of society- echelons that are out of reach to most but all aspire to- the place where you no longer have to worry about the laws of time and space. The place where true freedom and beauty exist. The place where all access is controlled by the holder of the little black book. She alone is the ultimate creator of privilege and equally admired and feared by all. But this story is not about that space- this story is about me and how I came to be sitting in the living quarters of the holder of the black book sipping wine and lounging in the most comfortable chair I have ever sat in.