Notes, the kind you find in grandpa’s old oak roll top desk. The one’s he never seems to be able to just throw away. You can toss them, so can I, but it will never change the fact that he is physically, mentally, and emotionally without the will to do so. Why? Perhaps because this is his own personal recipe for continued existence. His key to survival is found in having enough when the time arises to be without.
"Running Red Men" stabs directly at and hits on the heart of survival. And nowhere is survival more critical than amid the hustle and bustle of angry, and greedy city life.
The human soul desires, screams out for, and even yearns to be in control, if not of others, at least of ourselves. We want to be given the top tier of the empire state building and to have others arrange our office décor, lunch sets, and mail. We fight for dominance, and what’s more is that we believe we earned the right to treat others like objects, because we put in the “time.” If not dominant by nature then we practice the art of resilience. In fact, half the population are masters of picking themselves up off the dirty ground after a messy and defining fight, then upon losing they brush themselves off and continue to go about their day.
Interestingly enough, each man has his own blueprint for keeping his wheels oiled. Some find it in keeping the exterior fit, like running red men training the external body while others turn to a collection of sorts. Either you dominate or you are dominated, and it’s entirely up to you. [Kristen Delaney]